(( For who lost track, the sinister knew Spiderman's secret identity. They hijacked the hospital, threatening to destroy it along with the hostages. Spiderman arrived to the scene, he fought bravely but what can a weak and tired one can do against 7 supervillains under D. Octopus's orders... They caged the spider and closed to execute him publicly but Spiderman retrieved his pace and won the battle but causalities happened... See what happens to the lone hero after losing what he held dear most in this world ))
A new morning shone and a funeral was held. Lots of people showed up, almost all of Peter's friends came, even the teachers. And many other previous hostages from the hospital who came to pay their respects, some even gave their eulogies at the burial, all was there except for him... Liz took aside watching the casket slowly placed in the ground and she burst crying on her Flash's shoulder who came with the rest of the gang as well as MJ who held Anna's hands as the woman sat weakly in a wheel chair crying silently under her mourning veil. MJ patted on her aunt's shoulder while rolling her eyes at the girl in the first rows standing silently with worried eyes shaking sideways looking for someone. However she, Gwen, stayed still as she marched to leave her flower on the casket in the ground. Then the rest continued peacefully all in black stricken with grief, burdened with sorrow and guilt.
People gathered to chat as they began leaving, Cap. Stacy's leaned on the man next to him Are you okay?"
The man woke from his daze, dr. Bromwell nodded Ah?... Yeah, I was on a home call patient, I wasn't around"
"I know, still. I am asking" Stacy looked at the tombstone painfully, the other man looked forward too and sighed "Thankfully there were no bruises.."
"So what happened?"
"A sharp heart stroke stopped her circulatory system, that's approximately the accurate cause of death"
".. She was a good woman" Stacy stated turning away as dr. Bromwell agreed "Yes, she was"
Cap. Stacy turned to behind to be startled with the shaking girl who widely blocked his road, looking up to him with reddened eyes, silently reprimanding him. He took his daughter under his wing as they walked away "What's wrong, dear?"
"Did you find him?" Gwen heftily asked clinging on his arm.
The police captain quietly rolled his eyes away "Not yet, Gwen. We're still searching"
"Why can't you find him?" her voice rose a little, "I'm afraid, he might do something..." her eyes followed her father, tremblingly.
Cap. Stacy held both her shoulder "Gwen, dear. Don't worry, Peter isn't that weak, he'll absolutely return" his strong confident tone calmed her a bit.
For the time being of the funeral,
Under the Ruins of his house, down in the Parker's residence's basement. He laid back his bruised body, ignoring the pain on his face as his eyes only brooded soullessly into the deteriorating ceiling above his head. After an hour of motionless, his mind which had been rewinding past events, un-processing the result of his actions. It tricked him and his spirit pulled his body to bounce hurriedly, looking through the rubbles until he found it, a photo of his uncle... He held it with both hands but unable to looks at it straight in the eyes. He fell on his knees, panic-stricken, guilt ridden and heart twisting, his tears poured like rivers, feeling his life slipping through his hand remembering the moment he failed to reach his aunt in her last moment.
Again and again, he wept like a child with his head on the floor and his hands dearly holding his uncle's photo before him, still his revising that scene in his mind, blaming himself, his weakness, his helplessness. AND SUDDENLY... IT came gushing from below his stomach, heat boiling. This heat along with the throbbing of his heart, spread all round his body, the hotness was so much that his body began shaking. This feeling was boiling up for the first time since he was born, this intense emotion made his mind became numb, he groaned like he was in agony. Or no this was a growl... This was his ANGER.
"I'll Destroy Everyone"
He clenched his fists muttering his vow... But as he stepped up, he noticed something strange with his suit. He shouted at the falling alien on his clothes "What's wrong, Symbiont?"
"I feel weaker..." The symbiont began Melting like molten ice-cream on a hot sunny day
Peter shouted "... Why are you like this?"
"Our last fight... was more than enough... I'm dying, Peter"
"Huh!!"
"I can't survive anymore..."
Peter grabbed the falling slime stuttering "But... but! How can I fight? ...I NEED TO DESTROY THEM"
"Connors' lab, he has a piece of me, we can use its cells to generate"
".. Okay. I know the rest"
Peter went into the sewerage under the symbiont's guidance... All the way to Dr. Connors' lab.
The whole place was in the dark as no-one had been since Curt Conner and Martha, his wife, left to Florida after pressure from Dr. who took the lap with all the information about the gene altering formula from Curt, a.k.a. LIZARD.
He walked through the darkness without any rely on his senses as the place used to be his work place before, he knew what material to grab and where the layouts of the tables are. He stopped and focused on the fading voice of the symbiont echoing wearily in the back of his mind. He walked to Dr. Warren's office and into a large locked cupboard, he saw a big enclosed jar behind the glass of the cupboard. The jar was a high tech material used to entrap pathogens from spreading. With Brute force, he opened the container and soon he did, the dead sleepy alien woke in surprise and jumped to his shirt rapidly... few minutes had passed as he kept calling for the symbiont but for no answer, he headed outside to prepare something, however Peter's sense directed him to the door 'Someone is coming'
The main door to the laboratory opened and sunlight came in introducing most beautiful dazzling blonde hair fluttering in the wind across her sullen face jewelled by mesmerizing turquoise eyes, Gwen entered into the place. She closed the door and reached for the light and turned it on, but in her spot, she noticed the few beakers out of place the test tubes filled with strange chemicals... she retracted her steps and leaned forward, she was a police captain's daughter, so her bravery was higher than most teenagers. She called "Who is there?"
Watching her from the cracks between the tables, the heartbroken boy could never confront her with or without his alter ego. A rummage of mixed emotions washed over him, suddenly his heart squeezed and the symbiont grabbed his face hard. A weak gasp escaped from the struggling youngster, Gwen stepped forward in concern "Who is there? Are you okay?"
Shaking in pain, he trembled to hold back his scarred pants, with blurry eyes he watched her hazy figure approaching him. Only few feet round the table, only a thought surfaced on top of his mind 'I still have more to do... I need to prepare those things'
He shouted in pain against the symbiont taking over, with a quick motion, he shot his webs at the light switch to call for the darkness.
Startled by the sound of his scarred voice, Gwen stepped back in fear but when the lights went off, she looked back at the switch and saw nothing through the vivid light showing the way. The screams stopped and she turned back slowly to meet behind those Big White Eyes staring focally at her "Spiderman" She gasped I both surprise and relief.
He turned away and reached for the chemicals on the table, pouring liquids and enclosing them in a small bad beside.
His hands moved naturally as the darkness bore no obstruction to him. His eyes kept track on the many chemicals heated, exchanged and mixing before him and also the quiet movement of the approaching girl, his sense were running amok.
"Spiderman, it's me... Gwen Stacy... You saved me before... like three times, Hhhh" she chuckled, but she was answered by silence. "___" Ignoring her, he continued his work.
Her tone changed "... You know, you can't barge into this place without a permission"
"___" He continued mixing chemicals.
"What are you doing?" She said in concern after closing the distance.
"Leave" a grumble ordered authoritatively. Sensing his hidden hostility, remembering the scene of his defeat vividly in her mind, in a try of comforting him she said "... I heard from Dad, Sorry about what happened... You did your best saving aunt May. She is Pater's aunt... Peter Parker, your photographer.. Of course, you know him"
"Did my best!! Hemph" disdainfully retorted.
"It's not your fault..."
"NO, IT IS," He stopped and startled her with his wide white eyes glaring intensely at her, but then he continued, "I didn't save her. I was weak... and pathetic, I thought I can take on them all. I'm that one who can save the day, but it was an Illusion, I sunk myself in"
"Don't say that. You're a great Hero..."
"Hemph," he stopped working and rested his hands on the table with a long sigh, he faced her, "you know why I do these thing, go every day to catch bad guys.. It's not because I'm good guy or great hero. No... No, it's because someone told me WITH GREAT POWERS COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY. You know what happened to the man who told me that__ I killed him"
She gasped in fear with both hands clasped over her mouth, he continued "So I thought if I could save people around the day. I thought I could atone for my sin, but I couldn't save that man... like I couldn't save his wife"
"No way," she voiced after a pause processing his words and strongly retorted, "Uncle Ben? ... But Uncle Ben died in the street because of that burglar"
"I was the one who let the Burglar go away in the first place... See I'm not that great hero you are thinking of me__" He gathered his stuff in the back and turned to leave but then she turned on the light, he turned to see her giving him the look
He stopped as she shouted
"Don't think like this. You saved many lives, you do your best every day, now I've to ask you a favour"
"___"
She approached him holding back her tears, she cried "Peter is missing. We can't find him"
After a short pause, a drastic answer came "... Parker is gone"
Gwen froze upon hearing the words "What!" her body shook greatly as he left and jumped down the sewer carrying six tubes waiting to be loaded in metal shots.