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As the sunlight peaks through the sides of my curtain, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom.

Splashing some cold, ice water on my face, I hope to wash away the salty tears from the night before, but in reality all I really want it to do is wash away the memories.

I head downstairs after getting dressed in a red hoodie and blue jeans, above my Spider-man suit.

The smell, of bacon and eggs, draws me into the kitchen, where I notice Aunt May is sitting with one plate of it in front of her, and the other at a spot next to her.

I sit down on the couch, ignoring the plate of food clearly meant for me, and Aunt May almost jumps out of her seat when she notices me.

"Peter, before Gwen... a few months ago, you would sleep till 10:00 on the weekend, I'm still not used to this," she says trying to lighten the mood.

"Sorry Aunt May," I say sadly.

"Would you like some eggs and bacon?" she asks hopefully, pointing towards the plate.

"No thanks Aunt May," I turn down her offer.

"Peter, I don't care what you say right now, you are eating this," she says sternly.

I walk over to the plate and pick it up, taking a small bit of bacon and nibbling on the edge of it.

Aunt May looks at me, but frowns when she sees me empty the bacon and eggs into the bin on the way outside.

"I'm going for a walk," I say setting down the plate on the kitchen counter and heading for the door.

"Of course Peter, goodbye."

"Bye," I close the door and head for an ally, I hate being Spider-man, with the police firing at me and the public being scared of me, but I do it anyway.

~

Once I get there, I take off my civilian clothes to reveal the Spiderman suit.

Using my web shooters, I stick my backpack and skateboard to a wall, that way, if someone found it they won't be able to get the webbing off and take it.

I swing around the city so I can spot danger, after I quickly put my mask on.

I notice some commotion and land in the middle of it.

Around me, cops are pointing their guns at a burglar, but sadly, the burglar has a small pistol too.

Stepping in front of the cops, I look the burglar straight in the eye.

"Are you gonna drop the gun?" I ask impatiently.

"Why would I? I can just shoot you and run away," He replies with confidence.

"Okay then, give it your best shot."

With his gun in hand, he raises it towards me, and pulls the trigger.

Soon everything is as it if is in slow motion, giving me plenty of time to side step the bullet.

"Is that all you've got?" I laugh.

"I don't have time for you!" He shouts back, aiming the gun instead towards a woman, that can't help but make me think of Gwen as she also has the lovely blond hair and blue eyes.

I think about the events at the clock tower and become determined to make sure this girl lives.

"I'll shoot her if you don't let me get away," my eyes widen at that sentence, luckily he can't see through my mask.

"Now let's not do anything drastic."

"Get away, I will shoot!"

I take one more step forwards and he pulls the trigger just as I web him to the wall.

Looking towards the woman, I run with unnatural speed and push her out of the way.

I lay on the floor and feel a terrible pain in my thigh.

Looking towards it I see a large patch and puddle of blood.

"Well that's just great," I say, pain showing in my voice.

I decide to add a thick layer of webbing to my wound, hoping to stop the bleeding.

Looking towards the robber I can see that the police are handling it, but his smug expression shows me that he knows that he managed to shoot me.

Some police are coming towards me, most likely going to arrest me, so I don't give them a chance and leave.

~

Struggling to make my way home, I collapse on the roof of a building nearby.

I lay there for a moment, in to much pain to make a move.

The sudden sound of footsteps behind me gets me to jump, out of the small puddle of blood that had formed on the ground, and to my feet, which I regret doing because of the pain, but I don't let it show.

A man in a silver suit with four extra metal arms comes towards me.

I tilt my head sideways and make a confused face at the mysterious man, "And who are you?"

"Dr Otto Octavius,"

"We've never met before, the names Spider-man, what do you go by? Doctor Octopus? I think that's what I'll call you."

"Mmmm," he says irritated.

"Ok, so are you meant to be a villain or a hero, or maybe just some random person?"

"I am your worst nightmare."

"No, I don't think that's possible," I mumble not letting him hear.

He shoots an arm towards me but I dodge it just in time.

Pain shoots through me, from the bullet in my leg, and I fall to my knees.

"Urgh," I groan.

"Hm, it seems you are injured, that makes defeating you much easier," he says, only just noticing my wound.

"Just great," I say aloud, getting to my feet once more.

I shoot two webs towards him and before I can throw him against something, he grabs hold of the webs and swings me into a building nearby.

The glass shatters and I realise where I am.

I get to my feet and walks towards the, now shattered, window, well aware of the little blood trail I left behind.

"Seriously, out of all the buildings you could throw me against, you chose Stark Tower, you know the Avengers live here right?"

I get no reply so I turn and face the, now gasping, Avengers, "Sorry," I say giving them an apologetic smile.

I then shoot a web and swing back to Doc Ock, yup, that's his new nickname.

I land back on the roof I was on before being sent into Stark Tower, and I kick him in the face.

"Urge!"

"What, you don't like that?" I taunt.

He keeps throwing punches towards me, and I can't help but admit I'm not doing so well.

I am injured after all.

Does that count as an excuse?

I get an idea and shoot a web to an electrical box nearby.

I quickly shoot a web towards Doc Ock and before he can react I press a button on my web shooters and scrunch up my eyes, knowing this is going to hurt me a lot more than him.

Electricity flows from the web attached to the box, through me, and at Doc Ock.

We both scream in pain and I watch as Doc Ock passes out.

After it stops, I wobble on my feet for a couple of seconds whilst my vision becomes blurry, before I fall to the ground unconscious.