Hello readers, as English isn't my first language, it may contain many grammar issues. That's why I will be using Grammarly. The sponsor of today's vid...
Still, if you find any incorrect grammar or punctuation inside this fanfic, it would be awesome if you would write a correction in the paragraph comments.
'...' : thought
"..." : talking
/...\ : something is written
[...]: place/time
{...} : talking per phone/pc/tv
>...< : sound
(...) : the all mighty me ᕕ( ಠ‿ಠ)ᕗ
Without further ado, let's begin the Story!
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Time after the Queensboro bridge incident: 1 Week 4 Days 12am
(time skip)
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[12am | Streets of queens | Peter's POV]
"Away with that Spider-Freak"
"Yeah!!! Lock him up!!!"
"I can't sleep peacefully knowing that this Spiderguy is running around in my neighborhood!"
'Protestors?' I asked myself as I saw a gathering of people.
'I didn't do it!' I screamed in my head, also wanting to say it out loud but not doing so because my rationality told me I shouldn't.
"Jail that Spider-Freak!!!" "Jail that Spider-Freak!!!" "Jail that Spider-Freak!!!" They sang in union, while holding up signs.
/He kills babies!\
/He r*pes Woman!\
/He will come for you too!\
As I read the signs, I felt overwhelming sadness and started to run.
'Why? WHy?! WHY?!' "WHY!!!!" I screamed as I ran into an alleyway and put on my costume.
>swich<
I shot out a web and started swinging through the streets of New York.
"I have to go to Captain Stacy." I murmured to myself as I started to swing even faster.
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[A while later | Stacy Arpament | Spider-Man's POV]
As I swing onto the balcony, I land in my standard position before walking closer to the door.
>Ring Ring<
I use my burner phone to call Captain Stacy.
{"Hello? Who is there?"} I heard him ask.
"Here's Spider-Man. I am on your balcony." I answered dryly.
{"I am coming!"} "I am coming!" I heard him shout through the phone and the balcony door.
"So why are you here, Spider-Man?" He asked in an annoyed tone.
"I am here to talk about the crime." I answer in the same tone as before.
"Confessing or proving your innocence?" He asked, slowly going for his gun.
"To prove my innocence by helping solve the crime." I answered his question, readying my web-shooters.
"Sorry, Spidy. I can't let you do this. Can't have you messing with potential evidence." He answered, making the atmosphere more intense.
"You really think I would do that?" I asked, wanting him to understand my point of view.
"I don't know. In fact, I don't know anything about you! If you just were to reveal your identity, we could start proving your innocence way easier!" He spoke in a loud tone, taking out his weapon.
"Put your hands in the a-" >swich< Before he could finish his sentence, I webbed his hand, with the gun in it, to the wall behind him.
"I am sorry, Captain! But we both know that I can't do that!" I told him loudly while I started walking away.
"I know. That is why I am not alone. FIRE!" >szzzzs< He screamed, making my spidy-sense tingle.
>pszoo<
I evaded a blue laser that was shot in my direction.
"Since when were the police fans of Star Wars?" I joked, Eying the laserguns.
(picture here:)
"Since Oscorp sponsored the hunt of Spider-Man." He said coldly.
"Continue shooting with non-lethal ammunition!" He continued shouting orders.
>pszoo< >pszoo< >pszoo<
I started evading the incoming laser blasts with a lot of effort.
'The situation is getting sticky! I should leave.' I thought while looking down the balcony.
>szzzzs< "Arrgh!" As I jumped down the balcony, about to make a web-swing, I felt my spidey-sense going off but reacted too late to evade a drone flying into me.
(picture here:)
As I fall, I try to balance myself again, to prepare to web-swing my way out of here.
>pszoo< "Arrgh!" >Swing< Before I could start to swing, I was hit in the lag by a laser beam, paralyzing my leg, which made the swinging harder.
'I have to get rid of them.' I thought while looking at the drones that were following me.
I looked around to find a place where I could lose them.
'The Mall!' I thought, swinging in its direction.
"AHHHH!"
"IT'S SPIDER-MAN!"
People screamed as I came swinging through the front entrance. I started to run, involving myself in the masses.
>bib bob< >zzzzzzz<
I heard the drones come in and scan the masses. I started crawling through the crowd, searching for a clothing store.
'There is one!' I thought as I made my way into it
/Edna Mode\
After reading the sign, I entered the store by web-zibbing myself to the ceiling.
I stole... I mean 'borrowed' clothes, sunglasses, and a cap before web-zibbing myself into the dressing room. After changing, I stealthily go to the cash register, where no one is, delete the video recording from the 2 minutes of me being here, and deactivate the cameras. I leave by jumping over the shoplift protection and make my way out of there.
'I have to get back to my backpack to change! Wait... Where did I leave it anyway?' I thought, remembering how I left my belongings on the ground when I changed into my costume.
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[6pm | Parker House | Peter's POV]
'I can't believe I would be so stupid!' I screamed inside my mind as I entered the house, thinking back to when I searched for my backpack through most of Queens only to find it next to my school.
I enter the living room and see that Aunt May isn't there.
'Good.' I think when I remember that today, Aunt May is in the homeless shelter.
I go to the couch to care for my wounds and put on the News. Only to see Captain Stacy on a podium.
{"As of now, I declare Spider-Man as the main suspect in the crime of the murder of the Thompson family. If anyone knows where he can be found, please report to the police station. On another note. I am talking to the necessary people to pass an anti-vigilante law, which will make every act of vigilantism count as a crime..."
"Captain Stacy! Would you say that vigilantes are needed!"
"No, I wouldn't! They may try their best, but that doesn't mean it is needed!" }
'He may have tried his best, but that doesn't mean it was needed!' I repeat the words that David said to me in my head.
'Am I really not needed?' I asked myself with tears threatening to fall out of my eyes.
'All this death and suffering I went through wasn't needed?' I asked myself, crying this time.
'With great power comes great responsibility.' I repeat the words Uncle Ben said to me in his dying breath.
'Is it part of the responsibility to lose everything I love?' I asked myself again, remembering David, MJ, and Harry.
'I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE ONE MORE PERSON BERRING THIS RESPONSIBILITY!' I screamed in my head as I looked at the foto of Aunt May and me.
'She is all I have left.' I state, closing my eyes and sinking to the ground.
"If losing all I love is the responsibility of having these powers, I don't want them!" I scream out loud this time, putting all my pent-up emotions in it.
'Huh?'
I opened my eyes only to see that the world had gone blurry.
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First Spider-Man POV chapter hope I did OK