Chapter one - A Party at Aunt May's
Peter walked down the New York streets towards his Aunt May's new apartment. She had asked him to come over that night, and he needed the support after a long week. He arrived there and walked inside. His aunt and Mary Jane were there. "Hey, what's up? I though I was just coming over to visit Aunt May." He said when he saw Mary Jane.
Mary Jane approached him happily. "We decided to surprise you after all you've done for us." She explained. Peter raised his eyebrow and slightly6 pointed towards May. Mary Jane leaned into him. "She knows." She whispered.
"Yes. It took me a while, but I caught on." Aunt May added in.
Peter nodded. "Hey, was Harry invited?"
"Yeah, he said he didn't want to come. I haven't seen him lately." Mary Jane replied concernedly.
"I hope he's ok," Peter said. The room went quiet with concern as they thought of the Osborn boy who had all of a sudden been acting strangely.
Aunt May shrugged it off. "Well, let's not dwell on it tonight. Tonight's yours, Peter. Which reminds me, I have something for you." She said reaching into her pocket and taking out a small box and handing it to Peter.
The boy carefully unwrapped it and pushed the tissue paper out of the way. He held up a pair of keys. "What are these for?" he asked with a laugh.
"Well come outside and you'll find out." Aunt May said grabbing him by the hand. She lead him down the stairs and around the building. "Good heavens! At least close your eyes!" Peter smiled and covered his eyes.
They stopped and Aunt May gave the signal. Peter opened his eyes and couldn't believe the sight. A car, he had his very own car. And a convertible one at that. He squeezed the keys in his palm and looked back at the women standing there. "How- how did-"
"Oh, I had acting money left over." Mary Jane answered blazely. "But it was May's idea. She ws determined to pay for it by herself, but I beat her down." She smiled at him.
Peter couldn't find words to express his gratitude. He walked over to them and gave them a hug.
They all went inside and had a piece of cake. "It's not your birthday, but do make a wish anyway." Aunt May urged as she lit a candle and stuck it in his slice. Peter smiled at her and closed his eyes. I wish that Otto was still alive. He thought as he blew the candle out. A small tear dribbled from the corner of his eye. He quickly wiped it away and everyone ate their cake.
Afterwards Mary Jane went home and Peter was helping Aunt May clear the dishes. "So how've you been?" he asked.
"Oh, I've been fine. How 'bout yourself?"
"About the same. It was supposed to get warmer according to the news. Which reminds me, do you think I could stay here for a little while and watch TV? I don't have television in my apartment."
"Sure." Aunt May agreed. "But I'm going to bed." She said going up the stairs.
"Good night." Peter called after her.
"Good night." She answered as the door shut.
Peter grabbed the remote and planted himself on the couch in front of the TV. He turned it on and flipped through the channels. "My chickens / love that perfume / this coffee makes you wanna / special news break." This caught Peter's attention. The news caster went on. "According to a J. Jonah Jameson, Spiderman has been a threat to humanity and society. Although that's not what the citizens have to say."
Peter smiled to that. "Ha! Take that Mr. Jameson!" he said as he settled in and listened to the rest of the news report.
"Spiderman's an inspiration to all of us." A fairly large woman commented into the microphone.
"Spidey is nice and good and he's who I want to be when I grow up." A shy little boy said with his teddy bear in a head lock with his arm. Peter was touched by the citizens' reactions to him. It sure helped every time when he found out that another person that he protects thinks of him as a friend.
The comments continued streaming and most were good. Once in a while, a person would trash him, but he had gotten used to it. Peter listened to them into the night and eventually dosed off; which was just what Aunt May had told him would happen. He soon was fast asleep and began dreaming about what the world would be like if it were perfect: It was a beautiful day. The sky was baby blue and the few clouds suspended in it were puffy and white like whipped cream. All of the people Peter loved were sitting on the bright-green grass having a picnic. Aunt May, Harry, Mary Jane were all happily talking about a subject that for some reason he could hear. He looked out in the distance and there was a dock on the river. It was foggy over there and he saw two figures though he couldn't make out what they were. Peter strained his eyes to see what they were and he finally could. Coming from the weather-beaten wood was Uncle Ben. He was happy to see Peter and he ran to hug him. Peter draped himself over his long lost uncle almost forgetting about the second blur. He looked over his shoulder and the other one came into view. Dr. Octavious, tentacle-less and in a lab coat walked closer. He was also glad to see Peter and Peter hugged him along with Uncle Ben. "You survived! You're both alive!" he whispered as he hugged them closer.
If only the world were perfect…if only…
to be continued...