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Warning: there is blood and violence is. This chapter

Peter knew he shouldn't have done this, he knew it was risky. But his conscience wouldn't let him do nothing. Not when he could help.

He'd been on his way home from work, jumping and swinging from rooftop to rooftop, when he'd heard a cry from an alleyway bellow him.

There was a guy, who looked to be in his mid twenties, pinned to a wall by someone with a crude mask on, nothing more than a black beanie with holes cut in it for his eyes. There was a second person, with the same crude mask, digging through a bag a few feet away. The pinned man couldn't do anything, not with a knife pressed to his throat.

Peter had hesitated. He could help, he knew he could, it would be easy to web them up and let the man call the police.

But what would happen if this one time helping attracted unwanted attention.

He was cut off from his internal dilemma by the man crying out again. Mind made up, peter wrapped his scarf around his face and flicked his hood up before jumping into the alley bellow.

By the time he was done man had gotten away safely, the two thugs were webbed up securely and the police were on their way to collect them.

Peter only managed to get a few buildings away before he stopped as he felt a tickle on the back of his neck.

He turned, and stared at a tall man dressed in dark clothing and an eye patch that stood on the edge of the roof..

"Can I help you?" He asked, glad that he had left his face covered.

"its more that I can help you," The man said. "Ever thought about joining the hero business?"

"Uh, sorry I don't know what you're talking about." He said as he shifted from foot to foot. His spider-sense wasn't telling him he needed to run, but he couldn't help feeling anxious.

"You're the one that helped that man back there right?" The guy asked, easing the eyebrow over what peter assumed was his remaining eye.

"...no."

"I beg to differ, seeing as I watched the whole thing."

Well that was kinda creepy, stalker much? "What's it to you?"

"Curiosity killed the cat." The guy said with a small shrug."What, do you not want to be a hero?"

"No I don't want to be a hero," peter said as he shook his head, "Now if you'll excuse me I need to get going."

"Why not? You have powers, why not use them?"

"I have my reasons," peter said as he took a step back towards the edge of the roof, "and while this chat has been fun I really need to go." And with that, he threw himself over the edge of the roof.

-

He had yet to encounter the man again since then, but his new friends, who had been at the school for almost a month now, had been pestering him a bit more lately.

"Dude, do you ever actually eat?" Sam asked from where he was sitting on the ground next to him. It was lunch and peter was drinking one of his smoothies again, this time a sweet pumpkin-carrot one. "The only thing I've ever seen you 'eat' are your smoothies."

"They're technically food, so yes I am eating." Peter said, not looking up from his notebook where he was scribbling down the answers to the literature homework they had been assigned that morning.

"A smoothie is not food." Luke said, before taking bite of his burger.

"tell me that after you've had a pizza smoothie."

"Are you serious? That sounds disgusting." Luke said, his face slightly scrunched in disgust.

"It tastes the same, so don't botch it till you try it."

"Pizza smoothies aside," Ava cut in, "is there an actual reason you only drink smoothies?"

Peter hesitated. Should he tell them? Well...it's not like they'd think he was some weird monster just because he couldn't eat 'normal' food right?

"It's a dietary problem," he said after a few beats of silence, "I can't eat anything else besides soup, yogurt, pudding, and other similar foods with those consistencies."

"So you like, just shove it in a blender and make it a smoothie?" Sam asked.

"Uh, yeah? Life would get pretty boring if I could only eat 'normal' smoothie flavors." He said with a shrug. "Some stuff is easy to turn into a smoothie, some isn't."

"So like, have you made a burger one before?"

"Yeah I have," peter said with a chuckle, "It wasn't too bad, not my go-to smoothie, but not bad."

This lead to a whole slew of questions, what were good smoothies, what were bad, what couldn't even be a smoothie, and such forth.

They eventually left for class, and both fourth and fifth period seemed to go by in a flash.

Peter waved goodbye to the four of them, before rushing to catch up with Harry, who was waiting at the front of the school for him.

The other teen finally had a day free from sports and family and was able to hang out with peter. Although he seemed a bit off today.

"So, hows school been for you?" Peter asked as he walked next to Harry, his skateboard tucked under his arm. They hadn't talked much the past few weeks, so he decided to kick things off with a bit of small talk.

"Same as always," Harry said not looking at him, "you?"

"Nothing much," peter said with a shrug, "Luke and I are getting ready for our project in physics, so we're meeting up tomorrow at the park." He said.

"You and those other guys seem to really be getting along," Harry commented.

"Uh, yeah, I guess we are." Peter said as he glanced over at him.

There was a moment of awkward silence as they stopped at a crosswalk.

"Um... how's MJ?" Peter asked. MJ was a good friend of Peter's and was Harry's girlfriend, but she'd been studying abroad for a few months now, and wasn't due to come back for at least four more.

"Good." Harry said, "guess you wouldn't know since you're to busy to talk to your old friends." He said with a surprising amount of venom.

"Hey woah, what are you talking about?" Peter asked as his head snapped up to look at him as they crossed the street.

"Oh come on Pete, all you ever do is hang out with those four weird new kids," Harry said, an irritated look on his face, "I invited you over to my place last week and the week before, but you couldn't since you, Danny and Luke were out at Coney Island or you where at the arcade with all four of them, then I invited you to hang out with me at lunch but you said you'd rather sit in the courtyard with the others, all you ever do now is hang with them."

"Well maybe I'd rather sit with them then with a bunch of jocks who hate my guts and shove me into a locker at least once a week," peter said with a scowl, "and what, I can't go over to your place a few times and it's suddenly this big issue? What's with you? Did you drink your dads coffee this morning or something?"

Harry scoffed, "I knew you wouldn't understand," he said as he stuffed his fists into his jacket pockets, "you've changed Pete, and not for the better, all because of those four weirdo's."

"Or maybe it's cause you were so busy with other things you never noticed." Peter all but hissed. "If you're gunna be like this when I'm trying to be friendly and hang out then maybe I should just get out of you hair and head home." He said as he stopped walking.

"Maybe you should Parker," Harry sneered, "you can go run home and call those new friends of yours to hang out with instead, see if I care." He said before he began walking down the street, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Peter watched him walk away, holding back the urge to snap at him, before growling softly and getting on his board.

He was too angry to go home right now, so he decided to go to the one place that never failed to calm him down.

Near the docks was a tall abandoned building, and whenever peter needed to get away and just relax in a web cocoon or something, he'd go there. It was quiet and deserted since it was pretty unstable, but peter was able to navigate through the building with ease.

He climbed his way to the top and sat on the edge to look at river, angrily sucking on the straw of his smoothie.

What was up with Harry, it's not like he was replacing him or anything. He could have more friends than just Harry and MJ, isn't that what they're always encouraging him to do? So why did he basically blow up at him after two minutes together, it didn't make sense to peter and he just wished he could erase the whole ordeal from his head.

So what if he sometimes hung out with the others instead of Harry? He had already made plans and wasn't just going to cancel on them cause Harry invited him over, and could Harry blame him for turning down the lunch invite? Sure if it had just been Harry he would have said yes, but not when it was gunna be with the rest of the football team and such, none of them liked peter, most hated his guts in fact. He didn't want to deal with that for half and hour, so could Harry really be that upset with him saying no? It wasn't like he was ignoring his friend or anything.

Peter sighed softly and looked down at the smoothie in his hands, rubbing his thumb over the condensation on the plastic.

Why couldn't things just be easy, couldn't Harry just accept that he was making more friends? Harry and MJ both had more friends than just him, and peter didn't mind. It felt unfair.

He stayed on top of the building for a few more hours, thinking to himself while also trying to distract himself from his thoughts by doing homework.

He didn't head home until the sun began to set, and decided to take a risk and go over the rooftops, wanting to just be home so that he could coup himself up in his room.

-

His aunt and uncle were both home when he got back, and he gave them a smile and fed them an excuse about homework before heading up to his room to be alone for a bit longer. It was only a matter of time before May figured out something was wrong and picked the truth out of him.

He idly scrolled through his phone, bouncing from app to app until his aunt called to him that dinner was ready.

He ate dinner before before quickly excusing himself to 'go back to his homework'. Neither of them commented on it, and told him to have a goodnight and to try and get more sleep tonight.

But peter had a shift at work and needed to leave soon if he wanted to get there on time.

Thankfully his aunt and uncle turned in for the night not long after peter went to his room, so he was able to sneak out through his window, and use his webs to swing across the city and leap from rooftop to rooftop if the beholding were too close together to swing.

-

Peter sighed softly as he drew closer to his neighborhood. It was almost two am and he needed to get up by six for school tomorrow, so no good sleep for him tonight. He was thanking his past self for doing his homework sooner rather than later.

He could hear the blaring of police sirens not to far away, but ignored it with a tired yawn as he finally reached his street, too tired to be curious about whatever was happening.

He crept his way back into his bedroom, and changed into comfier clothes before going to bed, falling asleep minutes after his head hit the pillow.

-

Peter jerked upright with a small gasp. His head was ringing, his senses telling him that something was wrong. He stumbled out of his bed and towards his door.

He could hear his uncle down stairs, his voice sounded panic, which only fueled Peters panic as the tingling warning in his head grew painful and louder.

He stumbled down the stairs, and just caught sight of a man dressed in all black, before a loud shot rang out and all peter could see was his uncle collapsing to the ground.

He couldn't hear anything, the world became deathly still to him. He didn't see or hear the crook run out of the room. He didn't see his aunt race down the stairs, or here her scream as she rushed to her husbands side. He didn't realize he was one his knees until a police officer crouched down in front of him and grasped his shoulders, finally bringing him back.

Time snapped back into place, and suddenly everything was too loud, too bright. The coppery smell of blood was choking him, he could taste it in his mouth. He felt nauseous and light headed. Everything was too loud. He couldn't hear anything. It was too bright. He could taste blood. His uncles blood.

He barely felt himself pitch forwards, and was luckily caught by the startled officer, the world quickly fading to black as he lost consciousness, ignoring the concerned voice of the officer and his aunts sobbing as he became lost to the world around him.

Wowie.
So that just happened.
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