Peter Parker: The Spider-Man 1

by S_1287s01

Summary:

This is a story of a Peter Parker who is a better Spider-Man

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The World of Peter Parker

The World of Peter Parker - Age 6

 

The world of Peter Parker was one of brilliance and privilege, yet beneath the surface lay complexities he was far too young to understand. At six years old, Peter was a bright boy who lived in the lap of luxury, yet his life was anything but ordinary. The sprawling mansion of the Parker estate towered over the lush greenery of its grounds, a place where high ceilings and marble floors echoed with silence, a far cry from the bustling city below.

The Parker family had long been a name synonymous with innovation and power. Peter’s father, Richard Parker, was one of the most brilliant minds in technology, his vision propelling Parker Industries to heights only few could rival. In the shadow of Stark Industries, Parker Industries was a titan in its own right, boasting advancements in everything from weapons technology to biomedical engineering. For the world outside, Richard was a genius, an innovator, a man constantly looking toward the future. But for Peter, he was simply “Dad.”

Richard had never been the affectionate type. He was cold, always busy, always buried in his work. Peter’s memories of him were filled with brief, awkward interactions. Richard was meticulous, expecting nothing short of perfection from his son, even at the age of six. Peter was a bright boy, no doubt, already showing signs of the intellect that would one day rival his father’s. But Richard saw it as something to be honed, shaped—never praised.

The only warmth in Peter’s life came from his mother, Mary. She was the one who made the mansion feel less like a museum and more like a home. Peter remembered her stories, her laughter, the way she would hold him close and tell him that he was destined for greatness—but that he didn’t have to become like his father.

“Peter, darling, come here,” Mary called one afternoon, her voice warm and inviting. The six-year-old sprinted through the massive living room, his small feet pattering against the marble as he made his way to her.

“What is it, Mama?” Peter asked, his wide brown eyes filled with curiosity.

Mary smiled, crouching down to his level. “I wanted to show you something.”

She pulled out a sleek, small tablet, one of Richard’s early prototypes. It was far ahead of its time, even for the technology of the day. Mary tapped on the screen, and Peter’s eyes lit up as a holographic image of the stars appeared before him, shimmering in midair.

“Wow!” he exclaimed, reaching out as if he could touch the lights.

“This is what your father’s been working on,” Mary said softly, stroking his hair. “He believes in the future, Peter. He wants to change the world.”

Peter’s face scrunched up in confusion. “But why isn’t he here? Doesn’t he want to see the stars with us?”

Mary’s smile faltered, just for a moment. “He’s… busy. But it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.”

Peter didn’t understand. Not then, at least.

Most of Peter’s days were spent under the watchful eye of Edwards, the family’s butler. A tall, thin man with a permanent look of calm etched into his features, Edwards was more of a father figure to Peter than Richard had ever been. Edwards taught him the importance of discipline, respect, and manners, all while ensuring that Peter’s childhood wasn’t consumed by the formality that often hung over the Parker household.

“Master Peter,” Edwards greeted one morning, his voice polished with a perfect British accent. “I believe it’s time for your studies.”

Peter groaned, rolling over in his bed. “But I don’t want to study today! I want to play!”

Edwards chuckled lightly, an indulgent smile playing on his lips. “Learning is a form of play for the mind, Master Peter. Besides, how else will you grow up to be as brilliant as your father?”

That always did the trick. Peter admired Richard, even if he didn’t fully understand the man. He wanted to be smart, wanted to create things like his father did. So reluctantly, he dragged himself out of bed and into the study room.

It was there, under Edwards’ tutelage, that Peter learned the basics of engineering, science, and technology. While other children his age were still figuring out how to tie their shoes, Peter was tinkering with circuits and learning the inner workings of computers. He had a natural affinity with it, something even Edwards couldn’t deny.

One afternoon, as they worked together on a simple robotic arm, Edwards paused and looked at Peter with an unusual seriousness in his eyes.

“Your father is a very important man,” Edwards said carefully. “And you will be too, one day. But never forget—there’s more to life than power and intellect.”

Peter blinked, confused by the sudden shift in tone. “What do you mean?”

Edwards smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Just… remember to hold on to your humanity, Master Peter. Intelligence is a gift, but it’s also a responsibility.”

The life Peter knew began to unravel when he was seven. He still remembered the night, the way the mansion seemed too quiet, too still. His parents had gone on another one of their business trips, something about a top-secret project Richard had been working on. Peter didn’t pay much attention to the details; he just knew they’d be gone for a few days, and Edwards would take care of him like always.

But they never came back.

It was a plane crash—or at least, that’s what the news reported. Peter didn’t understand how it could happen. His father was always so careful, so calculated. It didn’t make sense. But the reality of it hit him hard when Edwards sat him down, his usual composed expression replaced with something far more somber.

“Master Peter,” Edwards began, his voice soft but steady, “there’s been an accident.”

Peter stared at him, not comprehending. “What do you mean?”

“Your parents… they’re gone.”

The words didn’t register at first. Peter’s mind couldn’t grasp the concept. Gone? How could they be gone? They were supposed to come back. They always came back.

“I don’t understand,” Peter whispered, his small hands gripping the edge of the chair. “They… they can’t be gone.”

Edwards knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I’m afraid they are, Master Peter. And I’m so very sorry.”

Peter’s world shattered. In an instant, the towering mansion that had once been his playground became a prison. The absence of his parents hung in the air like a suffocating weight, pressing down on him. Edwards tried his best to comfort him, but there was no replacing what Peter had lost.

For days, Peter locked himself in his room, refusing to eat, refusing to speak. He didn’t cry—not at first. It was as if his mind had shut down, unable to process the enormity of the loss. He felt hollow, as if a part of him had been ripped away.

It was May and Ben who eventually pulled him out of his despair. When they arrived at the mansion, Peter barely registered their presence. But May, with her warmth and kindness, coaxed him out of his shell. She held him, soothed him, told him it was okay to feel sad, to cry. And eventually, the tears came—rivers of them.

But even as Peter began to heal, a new chapter of his life was beginning. Ben took over the reins of Parker Industries, though he lacked the technical expertise that Richard had. Under Ben’s leadership, the company faltered, slipping behind its competitors in innovation. Peter, even at such a young age, could sense the shift. The mansion felt different now—more somber, more fragile.

Edwards continued to care for him, guiding him through the loss as best he could. But Peter was changing, growing more serious, more withdrawn. He began to spend hours in his father’s old workshop, tinkering with the devices Richard had left behind. It was there, surrounded by the remnants of his father’s genius, that Peter found a strange sense of comfort.

But the darkness wasn’t done with him yet. The day Edwards died was the day Peter felt truly alone in the world. At nine years old, he lost the man who had been more of a father to him than Richard had ever been. Edwards passed quietly in his sleep, leaving behind only memories and the weight of his absence.

Now, with both his parents and Edwards gone, Peter found himself in the hands of Ben and May, navigating a world that felt increasingly cold and empty. But deep down, a spark was igniting—a drive to fill the void, to live up to the legacy his father had left behind. The boy genius, still grieving, was beginning to see the world through new eyes.

The journey had only just begun.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The Weight of Expectation

Chapter 2: The Weight of Expectation

The cold steel gates of Midtown Tech School towered before Peter Parker. The morning air buzzed with chatter as students poured into the schoolyard. Peter stood at the entrance, backpack slung over one shoulder, hands deep in his pockets. His eyes scanned the crowds, noticing the cliques, the laughter, the energy — none of which resonated with him. Being 11 didn’t make him feel like a child. Not after everything he had been through.

“Peter, you’re going to be late. Move it.” Ben Parker’s voice sounded firm but loving, a far cry from Richard’s sharp tone when he’d been alive.

Peter sighed and turned to his uncle, who stood next to Aunt May. “Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s just…” He trailed off, looking back at the bustling school. “It’s a bunch of kids.”

May placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her eyes full of concern. “You’re a kid too, Peter. You need this. Friends, school, a life.”

“Friends.” Peter chuckled dryly. “I don’t need any.”

Ben bent down to his level, his face suddenly serious. “This isn’t just about friends, Peter. Midtown Tech is the best school for someone with your mind. You’re a Parker. And one day, Parker Industries will be in your hands.”

Peter flinched slightly at the mention of Parker Industries. He knew that was coming, and it weighed on him every time. He couldn’t escape the shadow of the empire his grandfather had built, the legacy his father and Uncle Ben had struggled to keep alive.

“Yeah, yeah. The whole ‘Parker legacy’ thing. I get it.” Peter kicked at the ground. “I just… It feels like too much sometimes.”

Ben’s expression softened. “I’m not saying you have to run the company tomorrow, but the knowledge you gain here will help you. It’s all connected, Peter.”

May chimed in, her voice softer. “And it’s not just about the company. You’ve got so much to offer the world, honey. You just need to give yourself a chance.”

Peter rolled his eyes but couldn’t deny the warmth in her words. “Fine, fine. I’ll try.”

Ben straightened up, ruffling Peter’s hair. “That’s my boy. Now go. Make us proud.”

Peter nodded and started toward the school entrance. As he passed through the gate, the whispers started. “Isn’t that Peter Parker? You know, from Parker Industries?”

“He’s the kid who’s gonna inherit everything.”

“The rich kid, right?”

Peter ignored the chatter, pretending it didn’t bother him. He’d learned to let the words slide off him, but it still stung. At 11, he was already marked by who his family was, by the expectations laid upon him. It wasn’t his brain people noticed — it was the money, the company.

In the hallway, Peter wandered until he found his locker. As he fiddled with the combination, a voice behind him piped up. “New kid?”

He turned to see a blonde-haired boy with a wide grin and a firecracker attitude. “Yeah. Who’s asking?”

“Johnny Storm.” The boy extended his hand. “You?”

“Peter Parker.” He shook Johnny’s hand, noticing the instant recognition in his eyes.

“The Peter Parker?” Johnny’s grin widened. “Parker Industries? You serious?”

Peter shrugged. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Dude, that’s awesome! You gotta show me around the company sometime. Maybe throw me a few million,” Johnny joked, nudging Peter playfully.

Peter snorted. “Right. ‘Cause that’s how it works.”

Johnny laughed. “Well, if you’re not handing out cash, what else do you do for fun?”

“I don’t know. Mostly read, work on tech projects.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Projects? Like what?”

“AI mostly. And some other stuff.”

Johnny looked impressed. “AI? You’re 11, dude.”

Peter shrugged again. “Just something I do. What about you?”

“I set things on fire.” Johnny grinned mischievously.

Peter blinked. “Wait… what?”

Johnny burst out laughing. “Kidding, man! But seriously, I’m into chemistry. You know, mixing stuff up, experimenting. My sister’s the real brainiac, though.”

“Your sister?”

“Yeah, Sue. She’s a year older. Total nerd. You’ll probably meet her in one of your advanced classes. She’s into, like, quantum physics and that kinda thing.”

Peter found himself curious. “Sounds cool. I wouldn’t mind meeting her.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Johnny teased. “Sue’s… picky.”

Peter chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The bell rang, and Johnny clapped him on the back. “Guess we better get to class. See you around, Parker.”

Peter watched Johnny head off, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Later that day, Peter found himself sitting in the school’s tech lab. The teacher was droning on about programming languages, stuff Peter had already mastered years ago. His fingers itched to be working on something more substantial. His mind wandered back to Parker Industries, to the lab he used to visit with his father, where technology seemed like magic.

As the class continued, Peter began scribbling in his notebook, designing a new AI. He’d been thinking about Edward lately — the real Edward, his butler who had passed away two years ago. Peter missed him. Edwards had been the one stable figure in his life after his parents died, and now, he was gone too.

The thought struck him suddenly. What if I built an AI based on Edwards?

He started sketching, the name E.D.W.A.R.D. forming in his head: “Enhanced Digital Workforce and Research Development.” It wasn’t just an assistant — it would be a guide, a protector, just like the real Edwards had been.

He barely noticed when the class ended. As the students filed out, the teacher called his name. “Mr. Parker. Stay for a moment.”

Peter sighed and approached the desk. “Yes, Mr. Fredericks?”

“I’ve been noticing your, shall we say, lack of engagement in class. Something on your mind?”

Peter shifted on his feet. “Not really. It’s just… I know most of this stuff already.”

Mr. Fredericks looked at him skeptically. “You know this already? We’re discussing advanced programming languages, Peter. This is no small feat.”

Peter pulled out his notebook and handed it to Mr. Fredericks. “I’ve been working on this instead.”

The teacher flipped through the pages, eyes widening as he took in the detailed schematics and lines of code. “This… this is incredible. You designed this?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah. It’s an AI. I’m naming it E.D.W.A.R.D.”

Mr. Fredericks set the notebook down, clearly impressed. “You’re operating at a college level, Peter. No, beyond that. This is groundbreaking work.”

Peter stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Thanks, I guess.”

The teacher’s expression softened. “I’m serious, Peter. You have a gift. But you’re also 11. You need to balance that with being a kid. There’s more to life than just technology.”

Peter nodded, though his mind was already racing ahead, thinking of the next steps for E.D.W.A.R.D. Balance? He didn’t know the meaning of the word.

Back home, Peter sat in the basement, where he had set up his personal lab. Pieces of tech and half-built projects littered the tables, but his focus was on the screen in front of him. Lines of code filled the monitor as he worked tirelessly to bring E.D.W.A.R.D. to life.

He didn’t hear Aunt May come down the stairs until she spoke. “Peter, it’s past dinner time. You haven’t eaten.”

Peter barely glanced up. “I’m not hungry.”

May crossed her arms. “You need to take care of yourself. This isn’t healthy.”

Peter exhaled, frustrated. “I’m fine, Aunt May. Really. I just need to finish this.”

May walked over, looking at the screen. “What is this?”

Peter hesitated, then sighed. “It’s Edward.”

“Edward?” May’s voice softened, and she sat beside him. “You’re… making an AI based on him?”

“Yeah.” Peter’s voice was quiet. “I miss him.”

May placed a hand on his shoulder. “I do too, honey. But building this won’t bring him back.”

Peter stared at the screen. “I know. But it’ll help. It’ll make me feel like he’s still… here.”

May gave a sad smile. “Okay. But promise me you’ll eat something and get some rest?”

Peter glanced at her, the weariness in her eyes pulling at his heart. “I promise.”

As Peter lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this — building, creating, working — was the only way he knew how to cope. He was a Parker. The world expected so much from him, and the only way to meet those expectations was to be better, faster, smarter than everyone else.

But at 11 years old, he was already learning that the weight of expectation could be a heavy burden.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: New Connections

Chapter 3: New Connections

 

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of Midtown Tech School, casting warm rays onto the polished floor of the science lab. Peter Parker sat at his usual spot, surrounded by various gadgets and components he had brought from home. His focus was glued to the computer screen, where lines of code danced across in a rhythmic flow. The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and the room filled with the chatter of students.

“Alright, settle down, everyone!” Mr. Fredericks called out, gesturing for the students to take their seats. “Today, we’ll be diving deeper into programming concepts. I hope you’ve all been practicing, especially you, Mr. Parker.”

Peter barely heard him, lost in thought as he contemplated how to improve E.D.W.A.R.D. He could almost hear the AI’s voice in his head, guiding him through the intricate coding he was crafting. But the truth was, he had a plan brewing for his project, and he needed some input.

As the class progressed, he noticed a new face sitting a few rows ahead of him. A lanky boy with tousled hair and an easy smile, Harry Osborn, was busy sketching something in his notebook. Peter couldn’t help but be curious. Harry seemed to exude an effortless charm that drew people in.

“Psst. Hey, new kid!” Johnny whispered, leaning back in his chair. “You see Harry up there? He’s cool. You should talk to him.”

Peter glanced at Harry, who was now doodling a superhero with exaggerated muscles and a cape. “He looks… busy.”

Johnny grinned. “Busy making art, bro. Just go for it. What’s the worst that could happen?”

With a resigned sigh, Peter decided to take Johnny’s advice. He stood up, crossed the aisle, and approached Harry. “Hey, uh, I’m Peter. Mind if I sit here?”

Harry looked up, surprise lighting his green eyes. “Sure! I’m Harry. Nice to meet you.” He gestured to the empty seat next to him.

Peter settled down, glancing at Harry’s sketch. “That looks pretty cool. Are you an artist or something?”

“Just a hobby,” Harry said, a hint of modesty in his tone. “I like to draw superheroes. What about you? What’s your deal?”

Peter felt a rush of pride and hesitated for a moment. “I’m into tech. Building stuff, programming. You know, the nerdy stuff.”

Harry’s expression brightened. “Nerdy stuff? Awesome! I’m really into gadgets and stuff too. I just built a remote-controlled car the other day. Want to see?”

“Sure,” Peter replied, intrigued. “Do you have it with you?”

“Nah, I left it at home, but I can show you later!” Harry said enthusiastically. “I’ve been trying to make it do stunts, but it keeps crashing.”

Peter laughed. “Sounds like a challenge. I might be able to help with that.”

As their conversation flowed effortlessly, Mr. Fredericks interrupted, drawing their attention back to the lesson. “Alright, everyone. Today’s project is to create a basic program that controls a simple robot. You’ll work in pairs. I want you to apply the concepts we’ve discussed.”

Peter’s heart raced with excitement. This was the moment he had been waiting for — a chance to apply his coding skills to something tangible. “Harry, want to partner up?”

“Absolutely!” Harry replied, grinning widely.

They spent the rest of the class brainstorming ideas, bouncing concepts off each other. Peter felt a spark of creativity igniting as they talked about how they could make their robot not just functional but fun.

“Imagine if it could do tricks, like spin and dance!” Harry exclaimed, his hands gesturing animatedly.

“Or if it could respond to voice commands!” Peter added, his mind racing. “That would be so cool!”

The bell rang, cutting through their brainstorming session. Peter felt a mix of exhilaration and disappointment as they had to leave the project for the day. As they gathered their things, Harry turned to Peter. “Hey, do you want to hang out after school? We can work on the robot together.”

Peter hesitated. “Um, yeah, sure. Sounds good!”

“Great! My place is just a few blocks away. I’ll show you my workshop,” Harry said, a hint of pride in his voice.

As they stepped outside, the sun warmed their faces. Peter couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging for the first time in a while. He had made a friend, and it felt good.

Later that afternoon, Peter stood outside Harry’s house, a modest yet charming brownstone. He took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. What if this goes wrong? But he pushed those thoughts aside, determined to make the most of this friendship.

Harry opened the door before he could knock. “Hey, welcome to my lair!” he said with a wide grin. The interior was a clutter of gadgets, tools, and sketches plastered across the walls.

Peter’s eyes widened in amazement. “Whoa! This is awesome!”

“Thanks!” Harry said proudly, leading Peter into his workshop. “This is where the magic happens. Check this out.” He pointed to a corner where a small robot lay in pieces. “This was my last project, but it didn’t work out. I think I got the wiring all messed up.”

Peter leaned over to inspect it. “I can help with that. I’ve done a lot of troubleshooting before.”

“Really? That would be great!” Harry said, excitement dancing in his eyes. “I could use some fresh eyes on it.”

As they worked side by side, the conversation flowed naturally. They discussed everything from their favorite comic books to their aspirations for the future. Peter found himself laughing more than he had in a long time.

“Do you think you’ll be a tech billionaire one day?” Harry asked, his voice light.

“Maybe,” Peter replied, half-joking. “If I can manage not to mess things up like my uncle does sometimes.”

“Hey, it’s not easy being a businessman,” Harry said, defending Ben. “Your uncle is pretty awesome. I mean, Parker Industries? That’s big!”

Peter shrugged. “Yeah, but it’s a lot of pressure. Everyone expects me to take over one day. Sometimes I wish I could just… be normal.”

Harry frowned, the understanding evident in his eyes. “I get it. My dad has big expectations for me too. He wants me to take over OsCorp someday, but all I want is to create stuff. I mean, I love the company, but I don’t know if I want to run it.”

“That sounds tough,” Peter said, feeling a bond form between them. “It’s hard when everyone expects you to be something you’re not.”

“Right? But at least we can have fun with this robot,” Harry said, gesturing to their project. “Let’s make it awesome!”

They worked tirelessly, bouncing ideas off each other, laughing at their mistakes, and celebrating small victories. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the workshop windows, Peter felt a sense of fulfillment he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Okay, ready to test it out?” Harry asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Let’s do it!” Peter replied, adrenaline pumping through him.

They carefully set up the robot and connected the wires. Harry pressed a button, and the robot sprang to life, wobbling slightly before it started to move in a zigzag pattern.

“Yes! It’s working!” Harry cheered, doing a little victory dance.

Peter laughed, unable to contain his joy. “It’s not perfect, but it’s a start!”

As they high-fived each other, a sense of camaraderie enveloped them. In that moment, Peter realized that perhaps making friends wasn’t as daunting as he had thought. He could be himself around Harry, free from the pressure of expectations.

“Want to come over tomorrow?” Harry asked, a hopeful smile on his face. “We can keep working on it and maybe even add some cool features!”

“Yeah, that sounds awesome!” Peter replied, feeling a rush of excitement. “I’d love to!”

As Peter walked home that evening, he couldn’t shake the smile from his face. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he belonged. The weight of expectations still loomed overhead, but having a friend like Harry made it feel a little lighter.

When he arrived home, Aunt May greeted him with her usual warmth. “How was your day, Peter?”

“Really good, actually! I made a new friend at school. His name is Harry, and we worked on a robot together.”

“That’s wonderful, honey! I’m glad to hear it,” May said, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Peter grinned. “Yeah, it was fun. I’m going over to his place again tomorrow.”

“That sounds great. Just remember to help around the house too, okay?”

Peter nodded, feeling grateful for May’s understanding. “I will, I promise.”

As he settled into bed that night, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, things were starting to change for him. Life at Midtown Tech School was still filled with challenges, but having a friend like Harry made facing them seem a little less daunting.

He closed his eyes, envisioning the possibilities that lay ahead with E.D.W.A.R.D. and his growing friendship with Harry. Tomorrow would be another adventure.

This chapter continues to explore Peter’s life at age 11, emphasizing his friendship with Harry Osborn and the exciting world of technology they both inhabit. Let me know your thoughts!

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Between Ages

Chapter 4: Between Ages

 

Midtown Tech School, New York City – 2005

The classroom buzzed with the excited chatter of students as they settled into their desks. Bright sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the room filled with gadgets and projects in various states of completion. The air was thick with the smell of solder and burnt plastic, but to eleven-year-old Peter Parker, it was the scent of opportunity.

Peter sat at the back, fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard of his laptop. His dark hair fell over his forehead as he furrowed his brow, focused on a complex coding project. He had been tinkering with a new program, one that would allow him to create simple animations—a hobby he had picked up from the countless hours spent in front of screens.

“Hey, genius!” came a familiar voice, breaking his concentration. It was Harry Osborn, his best friend, and partner in crime. Harry plopped down in the seat next to him, a wide grin plastered across his face. “You’re still working on that thing? We’re supposed to go to the arcade after school!”

Peter glanced at his friend, a mixture of annoyance and affection in his expression. “I’ll be there in a minute, Harry. I just need to finish this animation for Mr. Fischer. It’s due tomorrow.”

Harry leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Come on, Peter. You can’t be serious about spending your weekend working on school stuff. You’ve got to live a little! We’re eleven!”

“Exactly,” Peter replied, eyes still glued to the screen. “And being the best at school gives me the freedom to do what I want. Besides, you know I can’t stand the thought of turning in half-assed work.”

“Fine,” Harry sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes. “But you’re missing out on all the fun. They have that new racing game, and I’m pretty sure I can beat you this time.”

Peter chuckled, finally tearing his gaze away from the laptop. “You think you can beat me at anything? Just wait until I finish this.”

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Peter quickly shut his laptop and packed his things. The thought of racing Harry at the arcade was enticing, and he didn’t want to miss out on the fun.

Later That Day at the Arcade

The bright neon lights of the arcade flickered, illuminating the faces of excited kids immersed in their games. The sounds of beeping machines and laughter filled the air as Peter and Harry entered.

“Look at all these games!” Harry exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement. “Let’s start with the racing one!”

“Sure,” Peter agreed, his competitive spirit ignited. “But don’t cry when I win.”

They dashed over to the racing game, and as they waited for their turn, Peter glanced at the other players, assessing their skills. He always had an eye for competition, a trait that stemmed from his early days at Midtown Tech School. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Once they finally took their seats, Peter and Harry strapped themselves in. The game began, and the colorful graphics lit up the screen. As the countdown finished, both boys shouted in unison, “Let’s go!”

Peter maneuvered the controls with precision, determined to stay ahead. He could hear Harry shouting encouragement and insults in equal measure. “You’re too slow, Parker! I’m right behind you!”

“Not for long!” Peter shot back, grinning as he expertly drifted around a corner, pulling ahead.

The thrill of the game absorbed them, their laughter and playful banter echoing in the arcade. Finally, as the race ended, Peter crossed the finish line just milliseconds ahead of Harry.

“YES! I WIN!” Peter shouted, pumping his fist in the air. “Told you I was better!”

Harry groaned dramatically, slumping in his seat. “Fine, fine! But next time, I’ll take you down. I promise.”

“Sure you will,” Peter teased, enjoying the moment. “What’s next on our agenda?”

“I think we should hit the shooting game next. You’re going to lose at that one for sure,” Harry declared, a cheeky smile on his face.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Is that a challenge? Because I never back down from a challenge.”

A Few Weeks Later at Midtown Tech School

As autumn settled in, the leaves outside turned vibrant shades of orange and yellow. Peter had started to notice some changes within himself—strength, agility, and a keen sense of awareness. He attributed it to his intense training and the rigorous activities at Midtown Tech, but there was something deeper, something he hadn’t yet understood.

“Hey, you coming to the science fair?” Harry asked one afternoon as they walked to their next class.

“Of course,” Peter replied, confidence lacing his tone. “I’ve got a project that’s going to blow everyone away.”

“Right, because you’re going to make the school’s first flying robot or something?” Harry laughed.

Peter shrugged, a sly grin forming on his lips. “You’ll see.”

At the Science Fair

The gymnasium was filled with excited chatter as students showcased their projects. Peter’s booth was a buzz of activity. He had created a small, remote-controlled drone, equipped with sensors that allowed it to avoid obstacles. As he demonstrated its capabilities, a small crowd began to gather.

“Wow, that’s so cool!” one girl exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement.

“Can it fly higher?” another asked, leaning in closer.

Peter beamed with pride, explaining the mechanics behind his project. “It can fly up to fifty feet and has a built-in camera for aerial photography.”

Just then, Harry approached, a plate of snacks in his hands. “You’re the star of the show, buddy! What do you think about having a small race after this?”

“Race?” Peter raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “With what?”

Harry gestured to a couple of drones flying around. “We can challenge those kids over there!”

Peter’s competitive spirit kicked in again. “You’re on! Let me just finish this demonstration, and we’ll show them what we’ve got.”

As the science fair continued, Peter felt a sense of fulfillment wash over him. The support of his friends, especially Harry, fueled his drive to excel. He was still grappling with the weight of his past, but in moments like these, he felt the sting of loneliness ease, even if just for a little while.

Back at Home

The evening sun dipped below the horizon as Peter returned home. He had spent the day in a whirlwind of excitement, yet the moment he stepped into the large, empty Parker house, a familiar weight settled on his chest. It was always like this.

Peter glanced around the spacious living room, the remnants of his parents’ legacy evident in every corner. There were memories woven into the fabric of the house, but they often felt like a heavy shroud.

He wandered into his room and sat at his desk, staring at his laptop. The coding he had been working on remained unfinished, an echo of his struggle to balance school, his budding inventions, and the ever-looming responsibilities of running Parker Industries.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to switch gears. Instead of diving back into coding, he reached for a small notebook tucked away in his drawer. It was filled with ideas, sketches, and dreams. The pages brimmed with aspirations of creating new technologies, things that could change the world. He flipped through the pages, letting the ideas inspire him.

Just then, his phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. It was a text from Harry.

Hey! You still in for that drone race tomorrow?

Peter smiled, replying quickly.

Of course! Get ready to lose again!

The Next Day: The Drone Race

The sun was shining brightly as Peter and Harry set up their drones in the park. Kids gathered around, excited to witness the showdown. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and cheers.

“Let’s show them what we’ve got!” Harry said, his competitive spirit on full display.

“Just remember to stay out of my way!” Peter shot back, adjusting his controls.

As the race commenced, the drones zipped through the air, maneuvering around obstacles and dodging trees. Peter expertly guided his drone, his focus unbroken as he navigated it through the course. The cheers of their classmates fueled the adrenaline coursing through him.

“This is so awesome!” one kid shouted. “Look at them go!”

Peter could feel the rush, the excitement of competing, the joy of sharing this moment with Harry and their friends. As they neared the finish line, he could see Harry’s drone tailing closely behind.

“Not this time!” Harry yelled, pushing the controls to their limits.

With a final burst of speed, Peter crossed the finish line, winning the race. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Peter felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him.

“YES! I DID IT!” he shouted, raising his arms in victory.

Harry caught up, breathless but smiling. “Okay, okay, you win this time! But next time, I’m coming for you!”

Peter laughed, the tension of the past week melting away in the warmth of friendship and competition.

“Next time, bring it on!” he replied.

As they celebrated, the shadows of his responsibilities faded, if only for a moment. In that brief instance, amidst laughter and cheers, Peter Parker was just a kid, reveling in the thrill of the game, the joy of friendship, and the limitless possibilities of his future.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Finding a Balance

The sun poured through the windows of Peter Parker’s room, illuminating the cluttered desk where half-finished tech projects jostled for space with textbooks. Peter sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a maze of wires and circuit boards, deeply engrossed in programming E.D.W.A.R.D. He had spent countless nights working on the AI, and today felt particularly promising.

“Hey, genius,” a voice interrupted, pulling him from his concentration. It was Harry Osborn, standing in the doorway with a casual grin. “You’re gonna turn into a robot if you keep this up.”

Peter looked up, adjusting his glasses. “And you’re going to turn into a jock if you keep playing basketball all day.”

Harry shrugged, unfazed. “True, but at least I’m getting fresh air. You’ve been cooped up in here for weeks. When are you going to actually join the world?”

Peter sighed, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need to join the world, Harry. The world needs to join me. Besides, I’m this close to a breakthrough.”

Harry stepped further into the room, inspecting the disarray. “What is all this?”

“It’s E.D.W.A.R.D.,” Peter said, gesturing toward the computer screen. “I’m refining the code and integrating his voice module. He’ll be able to talk to me.”

“Sounds cool, but don’t you think you should take a break? Go grab some food or something? You can’t run on caffeine and code forever.”

Peter paused, considering the suggestion. “Maybe later. I’m in the zone right now.”

“Whatever, man. Just remember, even geniuses need to eat.” Harry plopped down on the edge of the bed, tossing a basketball from one hand to the other. “Besides, there’s a big game this weekend. You should come cheer us on.”

Peter glanced up, his expression contemplative. “Basketball? Really? You think I’d be interested in that?”

“Dude, it’s not just about basketball. It’s about hanging out, having fun. You know, being a kid.”

Peter shot him a skeptical look. “And what does being a kid get me? I mean, my whole life is about expectations and achievements.”

“Okay, but not every achievement has to be groundbreaking. Sometimes it’s good to have fun without the pressure. Plus, you might meet new people.”

Peter sighed again, finally sitting up straight. “Like who?”

“Well, there’s this girl in my class, Liz Allan. Super smart, super cute. You’d like her,” Harry said with a mischievous grin.

“Right, because I need a ‘crush’ to complete my resume,” Peter retorted, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, just putting it out there! And Sue Storm is at the games sometimes too,” Harry added casually.

Peter’s interest piqued at the mention of Susan Storm, even though he hadn’t met her yet. “I’ve heard about her from Johnny. He said she’s really smart.”

“Smart and beautiful,” Harry affirmed with a nod. “She’s got a reputation around here. You might want to put in an appearance.”

Peter crossed his arms, pretending to ponder. “So, I show up at the game, and what? I cheer for you, pretend to enjoy basketball, and hope to catch a glimpse of Sue?”

“Pretty much,” Harry replied, smirking. “Or you could just keep coding your life away. Your call.”

The banter was easy, a welcome break from the solitude that often enveloped Peter. He leaned back against his desk, the weight of Harry’s words settling in. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to step outside for a bit. “Fine. I’ll go to the game. But only for a little while.”

“Perfect! I’ll pick you up,” Harry said, clapping his hands together in excitement. “You’re gonna have a blast, trust me.”

As Harry left, Peter returned to his work, his mind drifting back to the idea of meeting Susan Storm. He knew it was silly to fantasize about something that felt so out of reach. But in that moment, the thought brought a smile to his face.

A Few Days Later

The day of the basketball game arrived, and Peter stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his shirt. He had tried to dress casually, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of anxiety that tinged the excitement of stepping into a social scene.

“Are you ready, Peter?” May called from the kitchen.

“Almost!” he replied, his heart racing as he made his final adjustments.

When Harry arrived, Peter couldn’t help but notice how much energy radiated from him. “You look like a kid about to go to a dentist,” Harry teased, nudging him playfully. “Relax! It’s just a game.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Peter muttered, trying to muster some enthusiasm. “Let’s just get this over with.”

As they walked to the gym, the chatter and laughter of students filled the air. The buzz of excitement was palpable, and Peter found himself caught up in it despite his reservations. The atmosphere shifted as they entered the gym, where colorful banners adorned the walls, and the crowd was a sea of school spirit.

“Look, there’s Liz!” Harry pointed out, waving at a group of students across the gym.

Peter followed Harry’s gaze, spotting a girl with dark hair and a bright smile. “She looks nice,” he commented, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Nice? Dude, she’s stunning!” Harry exclaimed, then turned to Peter with a sly grin. “But let’s focus on the task at hand. We need to find you a seat before the game starts.”

They managed to find a spot near the front, and as the game began, Peter found himself surprisingly engaged. The players moved with energy, and the crowd’s cheers created an electrifying atmosphere. He even caught sight of Johnny Storm on the court, dribbling the ball and shooting hoops with flair.

Halfway through the game, the announcer’s voice boomed over the loudspeakers. “And we have a special guest tonight! Please welcome Susan Storm, our very own Midtown Tech student!”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat as the crowd erupted in cheers. He turned his gaze toward the entrance and saw her walking in — a vision of confidence and grace, her blonde hair shimmering under the bright gym lights. She waved to the crowd, and for a moment, their eyes met.

“Peter! Look!” Harry shouted, nudging him. “She’s here!”

Peter felt a rush of warmth in his cheeks. “Yeah, I see her,” he replied, trying to sound composed.

“Go say hi! Don’t just sit there!” Harry urged.

Peter hesitated, the weight of his usual caution tugging at him. But the spark of curiosity ignited by their earlier conversations propelled him forward. He stood up, gathering his courage as he approached her.

“Uh, hey,” he managed, his voice sounding strangely small amidst the noise.

Susan turned, her blue eyes bright with surprise. “Oh, hey! You’re Peter, right? Johnny’s told me about you.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied, trying to play it cool. “How’s it going?”

“Pretty good! Excited for the game,” she said, gesturing toward the court. “What about you?”

“Surprisingly, I’m enjoying it,” he admitted, a genuine smile breaking through his initial nerves.

“I didn’t think you’d be into basketball,” she said with a teasing grin.

“Honestly, I wasn’t either. But it’s more fun than I expected,” Peter replied, his confidence growing. “What do you think of the team?”

“I think they need to work on their defense,” Susan remarked playfully. “But they’re fun to watch.”

Just then, the game took an intense turn, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Peter found himself relaxing in Susan’s presence, the conversation flowing naturally. They bantered back and forth, discussing everything from the game to their favorite subjects in school.

“Are you into tech at all?” Peter asked, genuinely curious. “I’ve heard you’re really good at physics.”

“I love it!” Susan said, her enthusiasm evident. “I’m really interested in quantum physics, but I dabble in everything. It’s fascinating.”

Peter felt a spark of connection. “That’s awesome! I’ve been working on an AI project, actually. It’s based on my former butler.”

“An AI? That’s impressive! What does it do?” she inquired, her interest piqued.

Peter smiled, his passion ignited. “It’s designed to assist with research and personal tasks. I named it E.D.W.A.R.D. — Enhanced Digital Workforce and Research Development.”

“Wow, that’s incredible”.she said, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

The compliment made Peter’s heart race. “I’m just trying to keep up with the expectations,” he replied, though he felt the weight lift a little in her presence.

As the game continued, the two chatted, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. For the first time in a long while, Peter felt like he was starting to fit in. Maybe Harry was right — sometimes it was okay to step outside the confines of expectations and just enjoy life.

As the final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, Peter felt a sense of accomplishment not just for attending but for connecting with Susan. He waved goodbye, promising to meet up again, and as he turned to rejoin Harry, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were starting to change for the better.

Harry leaned in and said,”So, talking with the beautiful blonde are you, are we hearing wedding bells soon, Mr.Parker”. “Shut up, idiot”, hissed Peter. “I was just chatting up with her you know being social and friendly and all”. While Harry was making a disgusted fcae, “You, socialising ,HA right , you just wanted her to notice you, you lil’ player”. Peter just went ahead and didn’t respond back to Harry.

“Wait up” Harry shouted while running behind him.

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Change in the Air

Chapter 6: Change in the Air

Peter Parker leaned back in his chair, glancing out the window of his classroom at Midtown Tech School. The late spring sun poured in, casting a warm glow over the students who buzzed with anticipation. It was the day of the Oscorp field trip, and excitement was palpable, but Peter felt a strange mix of emotions swirling inside him.

“Hey, Parker!” a voice called from behind. It was Harry Osborn, his friend since his first days at Midtown. “You ready for the trip?”

Peter turned, a half-smile forming. “As ready as I’ll ever be. You?”

“Just hoping we don’t blow anything up,” Harry replied with a grin. “But with Oscorp? Who knows what we’ll see!”

The teacher, Mr. Fredericks, walked in and clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! Settle down. I hope you’re all as excited as I am for today’s trip. Oscorp is one of the leading tech companies in the country, and they have a lot to show us. Remember to stick with your groups and behave!”

Peter nodded, feeling a flutter of anticipation in his stomach. He had always been fascinated by advanced technology and innovation, and Oscorp was at the forefront of it all. He could only imagine what cutting-edge projects were hidden behind those walls.

As the students lined up to board the bus, Peter spotted Sue and Johnny Storm chatting with a group of classmates. He felt a pang in his chest; he hadn’t seen them much lately. With their recent announcement about transferring to another school, it felt like they were slipping away. Despite their differences, he would miss their easy camaraderie.

“Hey, Peter!” Johnny called out as he caught sight of him. “You excited for the trip?”

“Definitely,” Peter replied, forcing a smile. “You guys will be leaving soon, huh?”

“Yeah, next week,” Sue said, her tone tinged with melancholy. “It’s going to be weird not seeing you guys every day.”

“Don’t forget us, alright? I’ll still expect you to send me some crazy science stuff,” Johnny grinned, but there was a hint of sadness behind his playful facade.

“Of course,” Peter said, glancing at Sue. “You’ve got to keep in touch. I want to hear all about the new school.”

Sue nodded, her expression thoughtful. “I will. And maybe we can all hang out before we go? One last get-together?”

Peter felt a warmth in his chest. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

The bus ride to Oscorp was filled with chatter and laughter. Peter sat next to Harry, who excitedly described his latest experiments with his father’s lab equipment. “You should come over sometime, Peter. My dad doesn’t mind me working on stuff. We could really make something cool.”

“Sure,” Peter replied, though his mind was still partially occupied by the thought of losing Sue and Johnny.

As the bus pulled up to the imposing Oscorp building, a sense of awe washed over Peter. The architecture was sleek and futuristic, glimmering in the sunlight. “This place is massive,” he murmured.

“It’s the future, man,” Harry said, eyes wide with excitement. “Let’s go!”

Once inside, they were greeted by a representative from Oscorp, a tall woman in a sharp suit. “Welcome, students! My name is Dr. Richards, and I’ll be your guide today. We’re excited to show you some of our projects and innovations.”

Peter’s eyes sparkled with interest. They walked through high-tech labs, each room filled with gadgets and equipment that seemed to defy the laws of physics. They passed by a team working on energy-efficient power sources and another developing cutting-edge medical technology.

“This is amazing,” Peter whispered to Harry as they passed a glass chamber housing a glowing substance. “What do you think it is?”

“Looks like some kind of bioengineered material,” Harry guessed. “I wonder what it can do.”

“Maybe something we could experiment with?” Peter suggested, already thinking of potential projects.

Dr. Richards paused, noticing their curiosity. “This is a prototype of a new energy cell we’re developing. It’s designed to be more efficient and sustainable than current battery technology. We believe it could revolutionize how we power devices in the future.”

Peter felt a rush of inspiration. “Imagine what we could do with that,” he murmured to Harry, who nodded in agreement.

As they moved on, Dr. Richards showcased various projects, each more intriguing than the last. Peter felt his mind racing, ideas sparking like fireworks. He couldn’t help but wonder if he could one day be involved in projects like these.

After the tour, the group settled in a conference room for a Q&A session. Peter sat at the edge, his hand shooting up whenever a question arose. He asked about the ethical implications of some technologies and how they ensured safety in experiments. Dr. Richards answered thoughtfully, appreciating his curiosity.

Peter was lost in thought as they headed back to the bus, the day’s events swirling in his mind. He felt invigorated, inspired to learn more, to create, to innovate.

As the bus ride home began, he found himself sitting beside Sue. “You know, I’m really going to miss you guys,” he admitted quietly.

“Me too, Peter,” she replied, her voice soft. “But I think it’s going to be a good change for us. New opportunities, new experiences.”

“Yeah, but… it feels like we’re all parting ways. I don’t like it,” he confessed, looking down at his hands.

Sue reached out, squeezing his arm gently. “We’ll still be friends, right? Just because we’re in different schools doesn’t mean we can’t hang out. And you’ll always be part of our lives.”

Peter nodded, his heart warming at her words. “I hope so.”

When they returned to Midtown Tech, the day felt like a blur of memories. As the students filed out, Peter lingered behind, watching as Sue and Johnny said their goodbyes to their classmates. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over everything.

“Hey, Parker!” Harry called, pulling him from his thoughts. “Are you coming or what?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” Peter replied, snapping back to reality.

He waved goodbye to Sue and Johnny, who stood together, their expressions a mix of excitement and uncertainty. “Take care of yourselves!” he shouted as he headed toward the exit with Harry.

The days passed quickly, and before he knew it, Peter’s 14th birthday approached. He was filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. While he was excited about turning a year older, the thought of the changes to come loomed over him like a storm cloud.

On the morning of his birthday, Peter woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting through the house. He jumped out of bed, grinning as he recalled the last-minute plans Aunt May had made.

Downstairs, Aunt May stood by the stove, flipping pancakes while Ben set the table. “Happy birthday, Peter!” they called in unison.

“Thanks!” Peter beamed, feeling a warmth in his chest.

“Sit down! We have a special breakfast planned,” Aunt May said, pouring syrup onto a stack of fluffy pancakes.

“Just wait until you see what we have for dessert later,” Ben added, winking at Peter.

As they sat down to eat, the conversation flowed easily. They shared stories from the past year, laughter filling the kitchen. For a moment, Peter felt like a regular kid, without the weight of expectation pressing down on him.

After breakfast, he received gifts — a new set of tech tools from Ben and a sketchbook filled with ideas from Aunt May. “I thought you could use this for your projects,” she said, her eyes twinkling with encouragement.

“Thanks, Aunt May! This is perfect,” he replied, feeling grateful for their support.

Later that afternoon, Peter met up with Harry at a local park. They played basketball for a while, the sun beating down on them as they laughed and competed fiercely. “I can’t believe you’re already 14!” Harry exclaimed as they took a break, both of them panting and sweating.

“Yeah, time flies, I guess,” Peter said, wiping his brow.

Just then, a familiar voice called from across the court. “Peter! Happy birthday!”

Peter turned to see Sue and Johnny walking towards them, their faces bright with smiles. “You guys came!” he exclaimed, a surge of happiness flooding through him.

“Wouldn’t miss it!” Johnny said, playfully punching Peter’s arm. “We brought cake.”

Sue held up a small box, grinning. “Chocolate fudge. Your favorite, right?”

“Absolutely!” Peter laughed, feeling touched by their thoughtfulness. “Let’s eat!”

They gathered around a picnic table, sharing stories and indulging in cake. As Peter looked at his friends, he felt a sense of belonging that he hadn’t experienced in a long time. This was what it meant to be young and free, surrounded by people who understood him.

But beneath the surface of the celebration, Peter felt the shadow of change looming. He knew that once school started again, things would be different.

“Hey, you guys ready for the new school?” Harry asked, breaking into his thoughts.

“Ready

as we’ll ever be,” Johnny replied, shrugging. “It’ll be an adventure.”

Peter nodded, but a thought nagged at him. “You know, I’ll miss hanging out with you guys every day.”

“Same here,” Sue admitted. “But we’ll find a way to make it work, right?”

“Definitely,” Johnny said, raising his slice of cake. “To friendship!”

“To friendship!” Peter and Harry echoed, raising their own slices.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden light over the park, Peter felt a mix of emotions swirling within him. There were changes ahead, challenges he couldn’t yet fathom, but for now, he was grateful for the moment.

After some days , they were awarded with another field trip to Oscorp and Harry boasted how his father did this so all of them can be amazed by Oscorp and not fall prey to it’s competitors. While Peter was busy laughing at Harry.

The day of the field trip to Oscorp arrived with a brisk morning breeze, ruffling the papers on Peter’s desk as he gathered his things. Midtown Tech School was buzzing with energy, students exchanging excited whispers about what they might see and learn.

As Peter made his way to the school entrance, he spotted Harry waiting by the bus, an enthusiastic grin plastered on his face. “Parker! You ready for the coolest day ever?” he called, his eyes sparkling.

“Definitely! I can’t wait to see what they’ve got in store for us,” Peter replied, trying to match Harry’s excitement.

The bus ride was filled with chatter, laughter, and the occasional chorus of off-key singing. As they approached Oscorp’s massive facility, Peter felt a familiar thrill course through him. The sleek, modern architecture loomed ahead, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the potential innovations hidden within its walls.

Once inside, they were greeted by a different representative, a young scientist named Dr. Miguel Lopez. “Welcome, students! Today, we’re going to show you some of our groundbreaking projects,” he announced, leading them through a series of laboratories.

Peter’s eyes widened at each new discovery. They passed by rooms filled with holographic displays, robotic arms, and cutting-edge energy solutions. But one particular section caught his attention: a small laboratory tucked away in a corner, its glass walls adorned with a caution sign.

“Excuse me, what’s in there?” Peter asked, curiosity bubbling to the surface.

Dr. Lopez turned to him, a slight smile on his lips. “Ah, that’s our genetics lab. We’re working on some exciting projects involving genetic modifications and bioengineering. Unfortunately, it’s restricted access. But I can assure you, the research being conducted is vital to advancing medical science.”

Peter nodded, but a sense of longing filled him. He wanted to see what lay beyond those walls, the secrets hidden inside. As they continued the tour, he noticed an odd hum coming from that lab, a faint whisper that drew him closer.

At lunchtime, the students gathered in a designated area, their voices blending into a lively atmosphere. Peter sat with Harry, but his mind drifted. He thought about Sue and Johnny, who had moved on to their new school. Their texts had become less frequent, and their once-constant presence in his life felt like it was fading. He missed their banter, their shared interests, and the easy camaraderie they had built over the years.

“Hey, you okay?” Harry asked, snapping Peter out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, just thinking,” Peter replied, forcing a smile. “I miss Sue and Johnny. It’s weird not seeing them around.”

“Same here,” Harry admitted, looking contemplative. “But we’ll make new friends. It’s a part of growing up, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Peter murmured, though he felt a weight settle in his chest. He knew Harry was right, but he didn’t want to let go of the connections he had formed.

After lunch, they returned to the main building for a presentation on Oscorp’s latest projects. The screens displayed images of advanced technology and innovative solutions, but Peter’s attention waned as he thought about the genetics lab.

“Guys, I’ll be right back,” he said, suddenly rising from his seat.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, confusion in his eyes.

“Just need to check something out,” Peter replied, already making his way toward the corner where the genetics lab was located.

He slipped away from the crowd, his heart racing as he approached the glass walls. Inside, he could see a table lined with vials and equipment, and in the center, a small cage holding a shimmering, iridescent spider. Its movements were mesmerizing, almost hypnotic, as it crawled along the sides of the enclosure.

Peter pressed his face closer to the glass, captivated. He had always been fascinated by spiders and their unique abilities. This one, however, seemed different. There was something almost… otherworldly about it.

Suddenly, a voice behind him startled him. “What are you doing here?”

Peter turned to see Dr. Lopez, his brow furrowed. “I was just—”

“Curious?” Dr. Lopez interrupted, glancing at the lab’s entrance. “This area is off-limits to students. You need to return to your group.”

“Sure , sorry Dr.Lopez”, as Peter went away he felt as if someone or something was on him , he checked to make sure it was nothing when he felt a sharp sensation of bite on his neck , and his hand flew there .” Ah, what the hell” he saw a spider dead in his hand, as he rubbed the spot where it bit him. What is that spider?” he asked, desperation creeping into his voice. He went back to the group and sat down.

The remainder of the tour passed in a blur. Peter nodded along as Dr. Lopez spoke, but his thoughts were elsewhere, replaying the moment in the genetics lab. He felt a tugging desire to understand more about genetics, to explore the intersection of biology and technology.

As the field trip came to a close, Peter realized he had lost track of time, and his heart sank when he checked his phone. No messages from Sue or Johnny. It was as if the distance between them had widened overnight. He felt a growing void that he couldn’t fill, the absence of their laughter leaving a chill in the air.

On the bus ride back to Midtown, Peter sat in silence, watching the scenery blur past. Harry chatted with their classmates, but Peter was lost in his thoughts, pondering what the future held. He felt like he was at a crossroads, the excitement of adolescence mixed with the loneliness of drifting friendships.

When they finally returned to school, the sun was setting, casting long shadows on the pavement. Peter walked to his locker, feeling a heavy weight in his chest.he felt as he was very weak and he requested the incharge to call his uncle .

“Hey kiddo” Ben’s voice filled his ears as Ben arrived dressed in a suit which means he was in a board meeting and he had to pull out because of him and Peter felt drowsy and guilty at same time.
“Sorry uncle Ben , I”... ”Hey kid , it’s alright let’s go back to home” as Ben took him home .

He went back to his room and slept in .

Chapter 7: Heavy lies the crown

CHAPTER 7 - Heavy lies the crown

 

The days that followed were a whirlwind of discovery for Peter. His newfound abilities ignited a fervent desire to push boundaries. With EDWARD by his side, he set up a series of tests, each one designed to explore the limits of his powers.

In the early hours, while the sun still slumbered, Peter practiced on the rooftop of his home. He leaped from edge to edge, feeling the rush of wind against his face. Each jump felt effortless, the ground beneath him transforming into a blur. He could sense every fiber of his being working in perfect harmony—a far cry from the sickly boy he had been just days ago.

“EDWARD, let’s measure my speed,” Peter said, positioning himself at one end of the rooftop.

EDWARD: Ready, Sir. On your mark… set… go!

With a powerful push, Peter took off, his feet barely grazing the ground as he zipped across the rooftop, adrenaline surging through him. EDWARD’s voice chimed in his ear, counting the seconds.

EDWARD: You reached a speed of 30 miles per hour within three seconds. Impressive, Sir.

Peter landed gracefully on the opposite edge, his heart racing with excitement. “Let’s go higher,” he grinned, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

After several hours of testing his agility and reflexes, Peter felt invincible. He darted between buildings, climbed walls, and even experimented with his newfound ability to sense the vibrations of the world around him. Each movement felt like a dance, each leap an expression of freedom.

However, amidst this euphoria, shadows loomed over his life. Peter couldn’t escape the underlying weight of loss. Ben and May had become increasingly worried about his unusual behavior. The conversations that once filled their home with laughter turned to concern and quiet apprehension.

“Hey, buddy,” Ben said one evening, leaning against the doorway as Peter tinkered with his latest invention in the garage. “You’ve been spending a lot of time alone. How about we watch a game together? You could use a break.”

Peter barely looked up, his mind consumed with thoughts of his recent transformations. “I’m fine, Ben. Just working on some projects.”

“Just remember, we’re here for you, okay? You don’t have to go through this alone,” May added softly from the kitchen, her voice tinged with maternal worry.

But Peter brushed off their concerns, caught up in his own whirlwind of change and discovery. The more he tested his abilities, the more detached he became from the world around him. He felt different—an outsider in his own life.

The shift came suddenly, like a storm brewing on the horizon. One evening, he returned home after a long day of testing. As he stepped through the door, he noticed the silence was heavier than usual. He called out for Ben and May, but there was no response.

His heart raced as he hurried through the house. When he reached the living room, he found them collapsed on the floor, an empty bottle of pills nearby. Panic surged through him as he knelt beside them, shaking them gently. “Ben! May! Wake up!”

But it was too late. The realization crashed down on him like a tidal wave. Tears streamed down his face as he clutched their lifeless forms, the world around him dissolving into darkness.

In the days that followed, Peter felt the weight of the world settle heavily upon his shoulders. He was now the sole heir to Parker Industries, a billionaire at just fourteen years old, but the wealth felt hollow. The laughter that once filled the halls of their home was replaced by echoes of grief. Friends reached out, but he withdrew further into himself, shutting everyone out. Harry texted frequently, concerned about Peter’s well-being, but Peter couldn’t bear to reply.

EDWARD: Sir, I have detected fluctuations in your emotional state. Would you like to talk about it?

“No,” he whispered, staring out the window, watching the world go by without him. “I just want to be alone.”

In his isolation, Peter began to spiral. The once-vibrant genius found solace in bottles of alcohol, experimenting with substances to dull the pain that threatened to consume him. He became a playboy, attending parties and surrounding himself with people who didn’t know him—people who didn’t remind him of what he had lost.

As he indulged in the distractions, he pushed himself academically. The loss of May and Ben ignited a fierce determination within him to escape his grief, leading him to skip grades at Midtown Tech. By the end of the school year, he had been accepted into MIT, a place that felt like both a refuge and a prison.

As the months rolled by, Peter stood at the crossroads of adolescence, grappling with the choices that lay ahead. He was a changed boy—a boy shaped by grief, ambition, and the lingering whispers of his new abilities.

Yet, even as he forged a new identity, the ghost of his past haunted him. He glanced at the family pictures lining the walls of his home, memories that seemed so distant now. The vibrant colors of those moments faded in the wake of his sorrow.

As he prepared to leave for MIT, a fleeting thought crossed his mind. “What would you want me to do?” he murmured to the shadows of Ben and May, wishing for their guidance one last time.

The echo of their love, their laughter, and their unwavering belief in him felt like a faint whisper, urging him to rise from the ashes of his pain and find his true path.
Peter Parker sat alone in the expansive, empty living room of his family home, the faint glow of city lights filtering through the tall windows. The silence was a constant reminder of his loss, the laughter and warmth of Ben and May replaced by an oppressive emptiness. Days blended into nights, and nights turned into a haze of alcohol and reckless escapades.

It was a Friday evening when the lawyers from Parker Industries arrived. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the halls, snapping Peter from his stupor. He sat up on the couch, hair disheveled, the remnants of a whiskey bottle still visible on the coffee table, alongside an array of empty beer cans. He rubbed his eyes, the weight of grief heavy on his chest.

As the door opened, two men entered—Mr. Thompson, a stern figure with graying hair, and Mr. Carter, younger and sharper, both dressed in impeccably tailored suits. Their expressions were solemn, reflecting the gravity of the meeting ahead.

“Good evening, Peter,” Mr. Thompson began, his voice steady yet gentle. “Thank you for meeting with us.”

“Is this really necessary?” Peter mumbled, his tone edged with annoyance. “Can’t this wait?”

Mr. Carter exchanged a glance with Mr. Thompson before responding. “Peter, this is important. There are matters regarding your inheritance and the future of Parker Industries that you need to understand.”

Peter leaned back into the couch, crossing his arms defiantly. “Fine. Explain.”

Mr. Carter opened a briefcase and pulled out several documents, spreading them out on the coffee table. “Your parents established a trust fund for you that includes assets from the company, real estate, and investments. You have full access to these funds, but you must also learn how to manage them wisely.”

Peter felt a wave of frustration wash over him. “Why do I need to manage it? I’m still just a kid!”

Mr. Thompson responded gently, leaning slightly forward. “You’re not just any kid anymore, Peter. You’re the head of a billion-dollar company. You need to understand its operations, the market, and the responsibilities that come with wealth. Otherwise, it will slip through your fingers.”

“Great. Just what I wanted to hear,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Mr. Thompson continued, “Your parents left behind a will that outlines your inheritance and the future of the company. We are here to explain it to you.”

Peter reluctantly nodded. “Fine. Explain.”

Mr. Carter began detailing the trust fund and responsibilities associated with Parker Industries. “Your parents wanted you to be actively involved in the company as you matured. They envisioned you not just as an heir but as a leader.”

“Yeah, right,” Peter said sarcastically. “Like I’m ready for that.”

Mr. Thompson leaned in closer. “You need to take this seriously. Your family legacy isn’t just about the money; it’s about the impact you can have on the community, the lives you can change.”

“I don’t want to change anyone’s life!” Peter shouted, his voice echoing in the empty room. “I just want to feel normal again!”

Silence fell, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. The lawyers exchanged a look, recognizing the pain behind his anger.

“Normal is a construct,” Mr. Carter said softly. “You can’t go back to how things were. But you can forge a new path forward. Embrace your parents’ vision while honoring their memory.”

Peter closed his eyes, frustration boiling over. “What do I do then? Just put on a smile and pretend everything’s fine?”

“No, you have to allow yourself to grieve,” Mr. Thompson replied. “It’s essential to process your feelings, but you also have to channel that grief into something positive. Running away will only prolong your pain.”

“Look,” Peter said, frustration spilling over. “I appreciate your concern, but I just want to be left alone. Can’t you see I’m not ready for this?”

“Peter,” Mr. Carter replied, his voice steady yet compassionate, “the reality is that this isn’t just about you anymore. There are people counting on you—employees, the community, and your parents’ legacy. They believed in you, and it’s time to believe in yourself.”

Peter felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He swallowed hard, fighting against the tide of grief that threatened to swallow him whole. “I don’t know what they would want. They’re gone, and I feel so lost.”

“Then let us help you find your way,” Mr. Carter said gently. “You don’t have to face this alone.”

As the lawyers began to pack up their documents, Peter sat in silence, the enormity of his situation crashing over him like a wave. For the first time, he felt the pull of responsibility amidst the chaos of his grief.

After they left, Peter took a deep breath, staring at the empty bottles scattered across the table. His gaze fell upon the family photos lining the walls, their smiling faces a stark reminder of what he had lost. The weight of his decisions loomed before him, and he felt the gravity of their absence more than ever.

In the weeks that followed, Peter immersed himself in a world of distraction. Parties became his refuge, a way to escape the relentless ache in his chest. Alcohol flowed freely, and nights blurred into mornings, each encounter with women only deepening his sense of hollowness.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he would say, his voice low and inviting as he leaned closer to the women who had drawn his attention.

“Is that how you greet every girl?” one asked playfully, batting her eyelashes.

“Only the ones worth remembering,” he replied, smirking as he raised his glass, drowning the growing emptiness with another shot.

The nights turned wild, laughter and music enveloping him as he danced, drank, and lost himself in the chaos. He found solace in the fleeting connections, each new face a temporary balm for the wounds he refused to confront.

“Let’s go back to my place,” he suggested to a blonde he had met just that evening, her laughter echoing in his ears.

“Sure, why not?” she grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

In the moments that followed, Peter embraced the thrill of the chase. The nights melded into a blur of bodies, music, and alcohol, each encounter just another way to forget the pain. But as dawn broke, he often found himself alone again, staring at the ceiling of his lavish apartment, a sense of emptiness creeping back in.

“What’s her name again?” he muttered to himself one morning, glancing at the empty space beside him. He couldn’t even recall the girl’s face as he stumbled into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, the burn a familiar comfort.

He reached for his phone, scrolling through a sea of numbers saved in his contacts, most of which meant nothing to him. He chuckled bitterly, “I should really start taking notes,” he joked to himself, pouring another drink.

The chaos became routine, and as the end of the school year approached, Peter felt himself slipping further into the abyss. His grades plummeted, and whispers of his hedonistic lifestyle circulated through the halls of Midtown Tech. Teachers expressed concern, friends urged him to change, but Peter brushed it all off, hiding behind a mask of indifference.

“Yo, Peter! You coming to the party tonight?” Harry Osborn called out one day as they passed in the hallway.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Peter replied with a carefree grin, though he could feel the weight of his decisions pressing down on him.

“Man, you’re a legend! Just try to keep it down to one or two girls tonight, okay?” Harry joked, clapping him on the back.

“Right, like that’s ever going to happen,” Peter laughed, but inside, he felt the hollow truth of his words. The thought of choosing just one girl felt foreign, like a relic from another life.

That night, as Peter mingled at the party, he reveled in the chaos around him. Bodies swayed to the music, laughter and cheers filling the air. He lost himself in the moment, forgetting the ache that loomed just beneath the surface. A girl with long dark hair caught his eye across the room, and he sauntered over, flashing his signature grin.

“Hey there, what’s your name?” he leaned against the wall, the music vibrating through him.

“Evie,” she replied, her smile bright as she leaned closer. “And you’re Peter Parker, right?”

“Guilty as charged,” he winked. “So, what brings you to this little shindig?”

“Oh, just looking for some fun,” she said with a playful grin, her eyes dancing with mischief.

“Fun is my specialty,” he declared, gesturing for her to follow him outside for some fresh air.

They stumbled onto the balcony, the cool breeze a welcome relief from the heat of the party. They chatted, laughed, and before he knew it, they were kissing, lost in a haze of attraction. The kiss deepened, and soon they were heading back inside, intent on escaping into his apartment for the night.

As the days turned into weeks, Peter continued to spiral. The thrill of partying and fleeting connections filled his days, while the memories of Ben and May faded into the background of his mind. He’d wake up with a pounding headache, staring at unfamiliar ceilings and feeling the weight of the loneliness that accompanied his lifestyle.

In the dead of night, Peter often found himself staring at the city skyline, the glow of the lights a stark reminder of his solitude. “What am I doing?” he whispered to the empty room, the question hanging in the air unanswered.

His thoughts would drift back to the conversations with the lawyers, their words echoing in his mind. But the pain of grief felt too heavy, too raw, to confront. And so, he drowned it out with alcohol, fleeting relationships, and reckless abandon.

One evening, as he leaned against the railing of the balcony, a voice broke through the haze of his thoughts. “You okay, Peter?”

It was Harry, looking concerned as he stepped out onto the balcony.

“Yeah, just enjoying the view,” Peter replied, forcing a smile.

Harry eyed him skeptically. “You’ve been avoiding school, man. What’s going on?”

Peter shrugged, trying to dismiss the concern. “Just living life, you know?”

“Living life? Or running from something?” Harry asked pointedly, crossing his arms.

“Why do you care?” Peter snapped, anger flaring for a moment. “I can do whatever I want.”

“Because I’m your friend, and I’m worried about you. This isn’t like you,” Harry said, his tone earnest.

Chapter 8: Chapter 8- Falling down the grace

CHAPTER 8 - Falling down the grace

 

Peter Parker stared out the window of his expansive living room, watching the flickering lights of New York City against the backdrop of a darkening sky. The emptiness in his chest felt like a black hole, sucking the joy from everything around him. He glanced at the half-empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table, the haze of alcohol becoming both a comfort and a prison.

The doorbell rang, breaking the silence, but Peter didn’t move. Instead, he reached for the whiskey, pouring another glass as the ringing continued. After a moment, the door opened, and his friend Harry Osborn stepped inside.

“Hey, Peter! You here?” Harry called out, his voice echoing in the quiet room.

Peter leaned against the counter, taking a sip of his drink. “In here,” he replied, his tone flat.

Harry stepped into the living room, his expression shifting from cheerful to concerned. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been MIA for weeks. School’s about to end, and I thought we could celebrate.”

Peter waved a dismissive hand. “I’ve got my own plans. I’m not really feeling the whole graduation thing.”

“You can’t just skip it. You’ve worked hard to get here,” Harry said, stepping closer, his voice urgent. “You need to talk about what happened. You’re not going to keep pretending everything’s fine.”

“Why do you care?” Peter snapped, irritation bubbling to the surface. “I’m fine. I’m just enjoying my life.”

Harry frowned, crossing his arms. “Enjoying it? Really? Because it looks like you’re just drowning in alcohol and ignoring your friends.”

Peter’s expression hardened, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes. “You don’t get it. You have no idea what it’s like to lose everything. I don’t want your pity.”

“I’m not trying to pity you! I’m trying to help you!” Harry exclaimed, frustration etched on his face. “You don’t have to go through this alone. We’re your friends. Just let us in!”

Peter turned away, feeling the weight of Harry’s words press down on him. “I don’t need anyone,” he muttered, pouring another drink.

“Fine! Keep pushing us away, but don’t come crying to me when you realize you’re all alone,” Harry shot back, shaking his head in disappointment before storming out.

The silence that followed felt heavier than before. Peter sank back onto the couch, the whiskey burning his throat as he swallowed it down. His thoughts drifted to the conversations he had avoided—the ones that could lead him back to the path of healing. But right now, he wasn’t ready. Right now, he needed to forget.

The next few weeks passed in a blur of late-night parties and wild escapades. Peter found himself at a different party almost every night, surrounded by people who barely knew his name but were eager to bask in the glow of his family’s wealth. He was a fixture at these gatherings, a legend in his own right—a brilliant kid with a fortune at his fingertips.

“Hey, you’re Peter Parker , the rich guy” a girl with curly blonde hair called out, wrapping her arms around him in a playful hug.

“Yep, ready to have some fun?”,” he replied with a charming grin, the alcohol coursing through his veins giving him a fleeting sense of confidence.

As the music pulsed, Peter lost himself in the crowd, the noise drowning out the inner turmoil he refused to confront. He danced, laughed, and flirted, moving from one girl to another, each encounter a fleeting distraction from the gaping void left by his parents’ deaths.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he suggested to a striking brunette who had caught his eye.

“Where to?” she asked, intrigued.

“Wherever the night takes us,” he replied, flashing a roguish smile. “Just you and me.”

They slipped away from the party, laughter trailing behind them as they headed to his apartment, the allure of a reckless night ahead promising to temporarily fill the emptiness inside him.

As graduation day approached, Peter barely managed to keep up with his studies. His mind was consumed with the thrill of the night, the company of beautiful women, and the alcohol that blurred the edges of his grief. Yet, beneath it all, he felt the pressure of impending change—graduation loomed, and he had made no plans for the future.

“Hey, Peter!” one of his classmates called out as he walked down the hallway. “Are you excited for graduation?”

“Sure,” he replied nonchalantly, shrugging off the question as he passed by.

“Man, you really should be. It’s a big deal!” they insisted.

“Yeah, well, it’s not like it changes anything for me,” he said dismissively, already moving on.

The night before graduation, Peter found himself at yet another party, but this one felt different. As he swayed to the music, he realized he was surrounded by familiar faces—friends, classmates, and strangers, all united in celebration. But for him, the night felt hollow.

“Hey, Peter! You’ve got to come up for a toast!” one of his friends shouted, pulling him toward a group gathered around a table.

“Yeah, yeah, coming,” he mumbled, forcing a smile as he joined them.

“Here’s to us! To graduation and the future!” someone declared, raising their glass high.

“To graduation!” everyone echoed, and Peter joined in, raising his glass without really feeling it. He downed the drink in one go, feeling the burn ignite his throat, and it felt good, if only for a moment.

After the toast, he slipped away from the crowd, heading to the balcony for some fresh air. The city lights twinkled below, and he took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. Just then, he heard footsteps behind him.

“Hey, are you okay?” It was Jessica, the girl he went to school with, her expression softening as she stepped closer.

“Yeah, just needed a breather,” he replied, forcing a smile. “You’re not supposed to care about me, right?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

“Everyone’s just here to have fun. Nobody really cares about anything else,” he replied, feeling the darkness creeping in.

Jessica stepped closer, her voice low. “That’s not true, Peter. We all care. Just because you’re putting on a brave face doesn’t mean we don’t see what’s going on.”

He shook his head, stepping back. “Just drop it, okay? I’m fine. Let’s just enjoy the night.”

Jessica’s expression hardened. “If you say so, but I think you’re just running away from something you can’t ignore forever.” She turned to leave, and Peter felt a flicker of anger surge through him.

“Wait,” he called after her, but it was too late. She was gone, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more.

Graduation day arrived, and Peter stood in the back of the auditorium, the weight of the cap and gown feeling more like a shroud than a celebration. He watched as his classmates tossed their caps into the air, cheers echoing around him. He clapped half-heartedly, a forced smile plastered on his face.

As the ceremony concluded, Peter slipped away, avoiding the congratulations and the well-wishes from classmates and teachers alike. He didn’t feel like celebrating; he felt like running away.

“Hey, Peter! Wait up!” Harry called, rushing to catch up with him as he headed toward the exit.

Peter turned, irritation flaring. “What do you want, Harry?”

“I just wanted to say congratulations,” Harry replied, trying to catch his breath. “You did it! You graduated!”

“Yeah, whatever,” Peter said, brushing him off. “I’m out of here.”

Harry stepped closer, concern etched on his face. “Are you really going to just leave? You should be celebrating with everyone.”

“I don’t care about any of this,” Peter snapped, pushing past him. “I’m done with all this fake stuff.”

“Fine! If you want to throw it all away, that’s your choice,” Harry shot back, frustration boiling over. “But I’ll be here when you decide to come back!”

Peter didn’t respond, the words hanging in the air between them as he walked away. The feeling of isolation wrapped around him like a cloak, and he welcomed it, diving deeper into the darkness he had created for himself.

In the following months, Peter became increasingly lost in a world of late nights and fleeting pleasures. He graduated early, using his smarts to skip ahead in his classes, and while others prepared for college, he reveled in the freedom that came with his reckless lifestyle.

As the summer rolled on, Peter felt a strange sense of liberation in his newfound identity as Spider-Man, a secret he carried alone. The thrill of swinging through the city at night offered a temporary escape from the weight of his grief. He used his powers for a sense of purpose, even as he indulged in a series of one-night stands with women he barely remembered the names of.

“Hey, you,” he would say, charmingly, leaning against the wall in a dimly lit bar, flashing a cocky grin at the latest girl to catch his attention.

“Me?” she would ask, her cheeks flushing as he leaned in closer.

“Yeah, what’s your name?” he would reply, a devil-may-care attitude washing over him, as he leaned in, drawn into the moment.

Yet, in the back of his mind, he felt the dissonance of it all—the fleeting connections that left him more empty than fulfilled.

As the summer waned, Peter’s life began to spiral. The thrill of being Spider-Man faded into a blur of reckless parties, alcohol, and empty encounters. With each drink, each new face, he felt himself becoming more detached, as if he were a ghost wandering through his own life.

“Hey, are you going to MIT?” a girl asked him one night, swaying slightly from the effects of the drinks they’d been consuming.

“Yeah, I guess,” he replied nonchalantly, glancing away. “When? I don’t even know.”

“Just don’t forget about me when you’re a big shot,” she teased, leaning closer.

“Sure, I won’t,” he said, the words feeling hollow as he kissed her, losing himself in the moment, even as the bitterness of reality lingered.

In the weeks that followed, as he prepared for MIT, the thrill of adventure started to dull, replaced with a gnawing emptiness that refused to leave him. He couldn’t escape the truth he was running from—the pain of his parents’ loss weighed heavily on him, even amidst the chaos he surrounded himself with.

Yet, for Peter, confronting that pain felt like a defeat, and so he continued to drown it in alcohol, the fleeting connections he formed becoming mere distractions from the void within.

As he headed toward his new life at MIT, he wondered if he would ever truly escape the shadows that loomed over him, or if he was destined to live in a haze of regrets, choices made in haste, and a legacy of grief that refused to let him go.

Chapter 9: Chapter 9 - The Price Of Notoriety

CHAPTER 9 - The Price Of Notoriety

 

The moment Peter Parker stepped onto MIT’s campus, it felt like the whole world had their eyes on him. Cameras flashed, reporters shouted his name, students whispered. At just 15, he was a headline on every major network: “The Parker Prodigy: Teenage Billionaire Enters MIT”.

But all Peter could focus on was the noise in his head. The grief, the loneliness, the pressure — and how little he cared about any of it anymore.

As he walked past a crowd of gawking students, a familiar voice rang through his earpiece.

“Sir, I’m monitoring the influx of media reports on your arrival. Shall I handle the PR fallout, or do you wish to make a statement?” Edward’s calm, British-accented voice came through smoothly.

Peter smirked, adjusting his jacket. “What’s the point of a statement, Edward? They’re all going to write what they want anyway. Let them talk.”

“As you wish, Sir. Though I must remind you, your public image is—”

“—is a mess? I know.” Peter cut him off with a chuckle. “That’s your job, remember? Fixing my mess.”

Edward’s voice didn’t falter. “Indeed, Sir. Though, it might be beneficial to create fewer ‘messes’.”

Peter ignored that last part. He was used to Edward’s well-meaning reprimands, but he wasn’t in the mood for advice right now. Instead, his eyes scanned the sprawling campus, filled with students — most older than him — who couldn’t stop staring.

As Peter moved through the throngs of people, he heard whispers.

“That’s Peter Parker, right? He’s, like, a billionaire.”

“Yeah, but did you hear about all the parties he’s been throwing? Total playboy.”

“I heard his PR team had to shut down a tabloid story last week.”

Peter smirked to himself. Being a Parker came with certain advantages — but it also meant living under a microscope. And lately, he didn’t care about being careful.

On his second day, Peter was walking across campus when a familiar face caught his eye. Standing by the entrance to one of the science labs, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, was Susan Storm.

Peter’s heart skipped for a second. He hadn’t seen her in over a year. She looked older, more serious. He approached, putting on his usual nonchalant smile.

“Susan,” he called out.

Susan turned, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, they just stood there, taking each other in. But when she spoke, her tone wasn’t as warm as he remembered.

“Peter.” There was a tension in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t expect to see me here, did you?”

“I knew you’d be here,” Susan replied, her voice measured. “But I didn’t expect… this.”

Peter frowned. “This?”

Susan sighed, crossing her arms. “You’ve changed. All the things I’ve been hearing… the drinking, the parties, the girls.”

Peter’s grin faltered, but he quickly recovered, shrugging. “It’s just part of the lifestyle, Sue. We’re not kids anymore.”

Her eyes darkened. “And that’s supposed to make it okay?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “Look, I’m just doing what I want. You, of all people, should understand that. You graduated early too, didn’t you?”

Susan’s gaze softened for a moment, but her concern was evident. “Yes, but I didn’t throw my life away in the process.”

Peter clenched his jaw. “I’m not throwing anything away. I’m living, okay? Maybe you should try it.”

She shook her head. “This isn’t living, Peter. It’s running away.”

He stiffened at that, the words hitting harder than he expected. “You don’t get it. You don’t know what it’s like…”

“I know enough,” she said quietly. “And I know this isn’t you.”

Peter wanted to argue, wanted to tell her she was wrong, but instead, he just chuckled darkly. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think, Sue.”

Susan looked at him, disappointment clouding her features. “Maybe I don’t.”

There was a long silence between them before Susan turned away, leaving Peter standing there, her words echoing in his mind.

Later that night, Peter found himself at a frat party — music blaring, alcohol flowing, the room filled with faces he didn’t recognize, and women whose names he wouldn’t remember.

He didn’t care.

With a drink in one hand and a girl pressed against him, Peter moved through the crowd like it was all a game. People greeted him, tried to get close to him, but he kept them at arm’s length. All he wanted was to drown out Susan’s words — and the weight of his own thoughts.

He leaned down, whispering something into the girl’s ear, making her giggle as he led her upstairs. Another night, another distraction. That’s all this was.

The next morning, Peter woke up with a pounding headache, lying alone in a bed he didn’t recognize. He rubbed his temples, groaning. His head felt like it was splitting in two. The remnants of last night were a blur — the party, the girl, the booze.

He stumbled to his feet, trying to shake off the fog in his mind. His phone buzzed on the bedside table.

“Sir, you’re late for your scheduled class,” Edward’s voice cut through the haze.

Peter winced. “Yeah, I know. Give me a minute.”

Edward’s tone was patient, but firm. “Shall I also remind you of the meeting with the board of Parker Industries later today? The one you requested?”

Peter cursed under his breath, his hand fumbling for a bottle of water on the floor. “I’ll be there.”

“As always, Sir. May I also suggest some rest? Your recent activities are… concerning.”

Peter downed the water, his voice hoarse. “I’m fine, Edward. Just keep everything running smoothly, alright?”

Edward paused before replying. “Of course, Sir. But you should be careful. Even the brightest minds can burn out.”

Peter didn’t respond. He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes. Edward was right — of course, he was. But Peter wasn’t ready to stop. Not yet. Not until he found something that would make him feel alive again.

But right now, all he felt was the dull ache of the hangover, and the deeper pain of everything he was trying to forget.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Peter Parker: The Spider-Man