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

I open my eyes and lift my head off the hard tiled floor.

I look around disappointed that I did not even make it to my bed, and spot the clock 7:08am.

Standing up I grab the clothes I wore yesterday, they are not that filthy, I can wear them again.

I walk downstairs and into the kitchen.

Pancakes are neatly piled on a plate in front of Aunt May, and my stomach rumbles at seeing them.

My aunt's head snaps in my direction after hearing the noise, "Would you like some?" she asks, taking her plate and bringing it to my nose.

I am about to object when I finally get a whiff of the smell and I realise just how hungry I really am.

My stomach feels like it is on fire and gives another pained growl.

I sigh in defeat and look at the floor before mumbling a quiet yes.

Aunt May rushes over to the counter and grabs another plate, towering rich, homemade pancakes onto it.

She shoves it in front of me, just after I take a seat at the table.

I count at least ten pancakes on the plate and smile, whatever chance Aunt May gets she will try to stuff me.

After about fifteen minutes of me shoving pancakes into my mouth, I head outside, giving Aunt May a hug and saying I love her, as usual, first.

~

I walk to an abandoned subway and take an old coin out of my bag, putting it in a slot, it fits perfectly.

The rusty floor breaks itself in two and a subway train comes out from under it.

I step inside, it seems strange as there is modern equipment neatly placed around the clean, polished room, whilst the outside looks like a dump.

I notice five very out of place objects, framed pictures of: Gwen, Aunt May, Uncle Ben, my mum Mary Parker and my dad Richard Parker.

They are the only people I ever cared about, except of course Harry, but he just brings back bad memories now.

I go to the counter and take off my web shooters.

I spend the next few hours tinkering with them, trying again and again to make them faster and stronger.

They have improved, not much, but they have.

Soon I am just sitting there, in my scruffy clothes, thinking about life.

I look over at the pictures again, taking the one of Gwen, after all her death stung the most.

Tears pool in my eyes and I take a sharp breath, trying not to let the tears spill.

I miss Gwen so much.

I can not control it anymore, the tears slide down my face freely.

What is the point anymore?

Why do I keep living?

I look over at the pictures, one of them reminds me why, Aunt May.

Without me no one will be there to keep her safe, she is my only reason to keep going.

Spider-man could be considered another reason, but I don't care much about him anymore.

I still want to help people, but the people are scared of me, I am even surprised the Avengers did not lock me up for murder of Gwen and Captain Stacey.

I slow down my crying as best I can, why do I always cry now?

It was always hard to make me cry, but since Gwen, a single reminder will leave me in tears.

I lift my wrist up to reveal my watch and realise it's already 12:58pm.

I put my suit on, deciding to go on a quick patrol before heading home for lunch.

~

The air brushes past my face and all around me I see blurs of colour, before smashing through a window in the side of a building.

"Hello everyone!" I exclaim in my happy Spider-man voice.

The two men turn to my direction, one freezes in fear when he sees me, and the other points his gun to me.

"Why is it always guns?" I rhetorically ask, jumping to the ceiling to avoid the spray of bullets.

Still on the ceiling I shoot a web to the frozen man and throw him into the other one.

They end up in a pile, soft groans heard as they regain consciousness, but before they can get up I web them in place.

"As fun as this has been," I say dropping to the floor, "I should go."

I shoot a web and come out the way I came in.

~

When I reach my neighbourhood, I look and see lots of police officers and an ambulance.

I quicken my pace and when I reach my house I am shocked, it is completely destroyed.

I see Aunt May on a stretcher, her eyes are closed and she is not moving.

I run up to her.

"Aunt May? Aunt May?" tears are now gathering in my eyes.

I turn to look at the police officer now standing next to me.

"What happened?" I question holding back the tears.

"That is not your business," he replies.

"That is my house!" when I say that he looks at me sadly, but then goes back to seeming emotionless.

"It was bombed," my heart beat stopped.

"Is my Aunt ok?" I feel sick to my stomach, dreading the answer.

"Luckily, she was on the opposite side of the house when it happened, but she seems to be in a coma now."

I let out a sigh of relief and let the tears fall freely.

Everyone close to me always gets hurt.

"Who did this," I ask between sobs.

"They think it's a pumpkin bomb, most likely from the Green Goblin, he did just escape prison along with the Rhino and Dr Octopus about 10 minutes ago, he must have come straight here."

That is when the tears stop, and all I feel is anger.

I wipe the salt off my face and stomp off into the distance, with a newfound sense of determination.