Year 20##
On a cold, yet surprisingly excellent night with the stars in full view and the wind blowing just right for the mystifying entrance of an unknown figure.
There in full view of the world it stops in front of the New York Public Hospital and heads directly through the front doors, yet strangely none approach this clouded individual as if its existance is to jarring to comprehend.
Said shrouded figure approaches an occupied hospital ward, there lay unconscious a woman whose current condition could be better yet is completely survivable, yet as if viewing a dead woman walking. Its "eyes?" wander above her slender figure as if looking deep into her very soul, judging prematurely all the good things she's every done.
Yet the gaze was also filled with sorrow knowing full well what is to come and the events that lead to her untimely demise, knowing that it is unable to prevent it nor interfere in any way.
It then moved forward down the corridor and up the stairs then moved behind a door labeled for parents and doctors only and stops at the aptly named childrens ward, strangely focusing on a petite child with black hair and hazel brown eyes, how he knows the color of his eyes that have yet to ever open is beyond me, beyond you and beyond anything you've ever seen.
As the figure looks intently at the child it speaks with words that can barely be comprehended by the human mind. A language so perfectly imperfect that the very meaning behind them can be one of lifes greatest enigmas. [ Yet perfectly understandable for the readers of this story ].
{Ah, I see, Your the one I've been searching for, the hero of heroes, the savior and best defender of hope, the one and only....}
PETER PARKER!!!!!!!!!
PRESENT DAY
If you don't get downstairs now, it'll be too late to have breakfast and catch the bus, and you know you need the extra boost to preform at your best...
PETER!!!! said a rather annoyed yet surprisingly fit older woman with a spatula in hand ready to fight her nephews hunger away in awesome battle to the death with eyes a deep see blue and a killer attitude.
Ughhh.... I'M COMING, I'M COMING !!!!!!
said a voice emerging from up the stairs and down the corridor, behind a door quite unlike the others straddled with quirky drawings half hazardly strewn together and a technological door lock that somehow looks like junk yet belonging in the early 25th century
In the room across from the door lay a 5'11 scrawny man-child under his sheets barely covering his torso, somehow defying physics in its position to give the child some restful peace.
The not so-average child whose main discernable features are his midnight black hair and deep hazel, auburn brown eyes look up at the ceiling from his sheets and grunts as he is forced to part with his piece by piece mess of what should've been a bed, with his shirt slighty uplifting revealing a surprisingly ripped lower abdomen.
Fixing his shirt and looking across the room to what appears to be a table that is under torrent of papers meant to have been organised DAYS ago yet he seemingly never found the time. He gets up stretching upwards and proclaims," C'mon parker you've defeated worse things than laziness, get up."
As he grogilly moves across the room towards the full body mirror, we see a pantsless baggy tea-shirt wearing teen, with hearts across his very manly boxers and a shirt 3 sizes too big, yet proclaiming he'd, "grow into it" when purchased that cheesily proclaims," Don't trust atoms, I heard they make up Everything!" stifling at the pun each morning.
As he passes the wardrobe he notices his "fairly well hidden", yet not at all hidden blue and red spandex atop his church shoes he hasn't worn since July
What how'd that get there..., oh right just sorta threw it in yesterday, well more like reeeeeeally early this morning but eh, whatever semantics as he throws it atop the bed.
PETER!!!!!!!!!! shouts Aunt May from down the steps
I'll be down in a minute, just grabing clean undies, proclaims our oh so stoic hero, forgoing basic hygenic practice he grabs a stick of unmarked generic role-on and half heartedly applies it as well as doing a quick swipe at the jungle below and the secret tunnel few clicks south.
As he rushes out the door he grabs a pair of jeans off the floor and almost falls down the stairs as he rushes down them with one foot down the leg of the pants as he struggles to fit the other,
Yet halfway down with quick realization dawning upon him as he turns around and tries to run up the stairs effectively tripping him up and confusing his own inertia, which should've be impossible for someone with his particular skill set but he has always been able to create miracles.
"Oh no..." CRASH is all is heard as his head collides with the stairs yet looks up without so much as a scratch and accidently bends the wooden floor board in the shape of his forehead, deciding right then and there to forgo the stairs and starts running up the walls, literally.
He reaches his room again and changes his shirt from his quirky nerdy one to an even more nerdy but decidely more clean shirt that states " I paused my game to be here" with pictures of pac-man in the background, looking at the shirt he muffles a small laugh as if he just heard a moderately funny joke he's heard thousands of time, yet never gets old, "Heh never gets old really should've gotten
PETER PARKER THIS IS THE FINAL TIME I'M CALLING YOU FOR BREAKFAST BEFORE I GO UP THERE A SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!!!!! Aunt May exclaims with a scary amount of conviction.
Coming, Sorry! as he jumps down the stairs with his new shirt in hand and the old one simply lost to the wind of change.
Here i'm here, thanks for the food may but i gotta go or I'll be late for the bus exclaimed a rushed Peter as he pulls the shirt over his head and wears his sneakers next to the door.
Wait, you aren't going anywhere without something in your system, sit down young man May says
But... stammers Peter as he struggles for a response
SIT. May says with finality in her tone
Peter resigned to his predetermined fate of bacon and eggs with toast and hashbrowns on the side with a large cup of "freashly picked" 100% pulp store bought orange juice as worse fates do exist.
So... aunt may says breaking the already non existant silence in the room, ready for the trip, I know its been a while since you've been in the Oscorp labs since you're field trip a while ago so I want to know if you're excited to go to the Stark Research Expo with all your friends.
Excited is a word, just not the one used to describe Peters current feelings for the trip, he can just feel that there's going to be trouble, there's always trouble, but he doesn't want to worry Aunt May so he does what any self respecting hero with a secret identity does, lie to avoid the truth as long as possible.
Oh I'm really excited May, I heard Tony is fitting the whole expo with a massive arch reacter to up its publicity and the fact it can be used as more than just a weapon. Said Peter in an almost convincing tone, key word being "ALMOST".
May seeing through his facade, yet deciding to leave him to his own devices for the time being says," Well you better hurry up then since the bus is almost here, and you left your bag upstairs.
Realization smacking him upon the head like a brick re-igniting his urgency to leave as he races up the stairs and grabs a pre-prepped backpack under his table and quietly stuffing his suit and mask in to it as he hears the all too familar screech of the wheels that transport him to school coming to a halt near his building.
He, no longer worried about the day ahead replaced for the worry in front of him jumps down the steps with seemingly unfounded conviction and basically racing out the door, saying a quick goodbye to aunt may as he dashes down the hall and when he is already down the hallway he hears a loud "I LUV YOU" coming from apartment door 616 his apartment which makes him pause for a quick smile.
Continuing his mad dash through the building and believing that the elavator would be too slow he opts for the spiraling staircase to the left of it and jumps down the middle, knowing no-one in New York would optionally choose to take the stairs this early in the morning and speeds down whilst hugging his sides to reduce air resistance,
After a whole 12 seconds he reaches the ground with a muffled thud as he makes a brake for the door and basically crashes out the side of the building only to see his mode of transportation pass him and turn the corner out of sight, as if not even looking for the young Parker.
Nononnonononononononononon, I can't be late again this week or they'll take away lab privlage stated a fairly worried Peter.
As he rackes his brain he finally decides to take the express way and runs into a nearby ally and changes into his form fitting red and blue Spandex with iconic symbol sprawled across his it with a black arachnid taking up most space upon the back with red undertone and blue highlights, yet not entirely as he is still wearing the unmarked jeans and red and black sneakers over his feet.
As he looks around for any vantage point to get good take off, he sees a fairly large pharmaceutical building and points his wrist toward the building and flexes his two most middle fingers inward towards his palm, like a crazy guy wearing bright red in an ally acting like its the rock concert of the century with the most focused face as the building is quite far and needed his full focus.
As he zips towards the building he views his wonderful neighbourhood and fills him with a renewed passion as he approachs the building he vaults over the side and lands atop the buildings roof, he then stands over the edge and screams his voice out shouting what he seems to says every morning
HELLO NEW YORK, HERE COMES SPIDER-MAN as he leaps over the edge and whips out a white line of webbing towards the next building and launches into the air with backpack in hand
WHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!! shouts our hero from above and every one below looks up from there phones to acknowledge their hero and take pictures of the webslinger as he slides above the street with web in hand, cutting through the air like a thousand degree knife through styro-foam.
A couple ohhs and awws from them all but are used to seeing the red and blue blur every now and then due to his seemingly constant activity.
With all his worries washed away bye the whip of the wind he thinks he can handle whatever the day can throw at him, seemingly freeing himself temporarily of all his worries as if the day cannot go wrong,
The feeling of elation from above giving false, yet deserved sense of relief. He actually even started to feel excited about the expo.
Ohh, if he only knew how wrong he could be.
[Few buildings away]
A shrouded figure standing atop the rooftops looking intently at the figure as he moves through the air
{I pray to the OAA for your protection oh brave hero for everything from this moment is about to change} it says as it vanishes with the wind leaving behind mystery and intrigue.
[Back to Spider-man]
Oh, I can just feel it Today Is The Day, my day, no weirdness, no over-powered take downs, nothing!
Today is going to be a good day, okay maybe not "good", but at least less weird than everything else recently, yes today will be the awesomely named,
"LEAST WEIRD DAY IN A WHILE...maybe" eh patent pending he says as he swings toward the horizon. A NEW ADVENTURE AWAITS.