I do not own these characters, Marvel and Sony do.

I look around the room too tired to keep staring at the ceiling, and force myself to my feet, flinching when my hand touches the bed.

I need to get bandages.

Once I find a medical kit in another drawer, I use it to wrap up my hands tightly, ignoring the pain once more.

It will heal in a week or so.

I then walk up to my Spider-man suit, wondering what to do today.

I could leave the tower and never come back, or I could stay here as told to.

Or, maybe, I could go out for one day, not in my Spider-man suit, and see how the city is holding up without me.

If they desperately need me, I'll come back as their friendly neighbourhood Spider-man, if not, I'll stay at the tower.

I smile slightly after deciding what to do and walk towards the window, only to find out I am wearing just a towel and have no clothes other than my Spider-man suit.

So I take the suit and put it on, stealthily going out of my window unseen.

~

I sneak from the tower all the way down to the abandoned subway, where I have been living before the Avengers found me.

I change into civilian clothes and pack some more clothes, along with a bit of tech, in a backpack that I can carry around with me.

~

Pulling my hood over my head, I walk onto the sidewalk and blend into the crowed.

I listen to the sound of people talking.

Having super hearing makes everything a little more interesting.

I can tune into conversation miles away, or just listen to it all at once.

Noticing a stand full of newspapers I take one and read the headline.

'Spider-man hasn't been seen for days, has the masked murderer finally given up?'

I frown when I see the murderer part, but shake my head, trying to get rid of my thoughts.

I am a murderer.

I killed so many people.

Stop, I can't think about this now.

I carry on walking down the sidewalk and end up overhearing a conversation, with my hearing who wouldn't?

"What do you think happened to Spider-man?" a female voice asks.

"He probably finally realised no one likes him, and that he is a no good murderer," another replies.

"You really think he killed those people?" the first asks.

"Of course, the only question could be if it was on purpose."

"You're right, if he stayed as Spider-man he would only kill more people."

I block out their voices, not wanting the tears that have formed in my eyes to spill.

The public hates me.

I keep walking, pushing past the people when I hear a familiar voice.

"Hey!" he says stopping my from going further because of me bumping into him.

"Sorry," I murmur.

"Peter Parker is that you?" he asks spinning my around.

I lift my face up to look up at him and muster a fake smile, "Hi Flash."

"Wow you look terrible," he states noticing the huge bags under my eyes and the few scars littered across my face from my days fighting crime.

"Yeah," I say quietly, looking back down at the floor.

"What do you do now anyway?" he asks.

"Nothing," I reply.

"Oh so you're unemployed," I nod, "Where do you live? Still in Queens?"

"Uh, it's complicated."

"Are you at a college?" he asks, continuing with the questions.

"No," I answer truthfully.

"Really? You're so smart I always thought you'd go to some super good college."

"I'm too busy to go to college."

"Doing what?" he says asking the question I was hoping he wouldn't ask.

"I... uh... it's complicated," I reply, stuttering with what to say.

"Everything seems to be complicated for you," he laughs.

"It is," I sigh.

"You can work as an intern at Oscorp like me," he says, "If you're interested that is of course, I'm sure they'd be happy to have you working there."

I give him a weak smile, "I'll think about it."

He nods, "You can just show up whenever you want and apply for it, they'll know who you are," he smiles at the last part.

"How?" I ask genuinely confused.

"I've mentioned you and how smart you are once or twice," he smiles cheekily.

I give him a quizzical look, but he just laughs again and waves, "See you soon Parker."

"Yeah," I reply still confused by Flash's kindness.

He bullied me for so many years, did he really change?

I don't know what to think.

I shake my head, getting rid of the thoughts and walk into a corner shop.

A man is reaching his hand into the cash register and taking out money, stuffing a bag full of it.

He clearly doesn't work here and he doesn't seem friendly.

I notice muffled shouts coming from the closet, so soft no normal being would be able to hear it.

The man turns around and sees me standing at the door.

"What are you looking at?!" he shouts, "If you keep your mouth shut you'll leave here alive."

I shake my head.

Even when I am not Spider-man trouble always comes my way.

I walk towards him and give him a look that says 'let's get this over with.'

He lets out a small chuckle and throws a punch in my direction.

I dodge effortlessly and with grace, swiping my feet under his, sending him falling to the floor.

He grunts and tries to get up, but before he can I punch him unconscious.

I walk towards the closet and open it to see a teenage boy, a little older than me, with a terrified expression on his features.

I untie the ropes holding him from movement and take the sock out of his mouth.

"You ok?" I ask.

He nods, still shaken by everything, and I reach my hand out to help him off the floor.

We step out of the closet and he looks surprised to see a nerd had somehow beaten up a criminal.

"How...?" he speaks his thoughts out loud.

I shrug and he looks me up and down before thanking me and sending me off with a handful of chocolate cookies.

The teenager, Billy as he introduced himself as, said I could have them as a thank you.

I decided to go back to Stark Tower because it was starting to get dark.

~

After crawling on the side of the building unnoticed, I throw my bag across the room and jump on top of my bed, attempting at closing my eyes before a flash of images cross my vision, leaving me with me eyes open laying awake.