"What happened?" I burst through the doors of my Aunt and Uncle's home, scanning for any sign for either of them. I hear sobbing coming from the living room and I immediately see my Aunt crying while a detective was asking her questions. "AUNT MAY. WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE'S UNCLE BEN? WHA--" Before I could finish my sentence, the detective cut me off and said, "Kid... I'm sorry to have to say this... But your uncle, he's been shot. He's dead, son."
I froze, unaware of what to think, I was wrapped up in anger and torment, asking myself questions as to why this had happened, why this needed to happen, who would do this... I couldn't breathe. The detective tried shaking me, but all I felt was numbness. "LET ME THROUGH!" I heard outside, it sounded like an all too familiar voice, "MJ?" I thought to myself. "Oh my god, Peter, what happened here?" I didn't have time to think, all [I think] I did was tell MJ to tell my Aunt to crash by her place, since my Aunt knew her mother. Afterwards, I ran to the nearby alleyways and started changing into my vengeful identity.
"I'm going to find him and make him wish he had never laid a single step on my Aunt and Uncle's porch." I thought to myself. I was leaping from large gaps while scaling up the walls with ease, and I landed on top of the roof where I knew I just couldn't jump, otherwise I'd be dead. I remembered all the physics equations I wrote down in class for preparing to this single moment, the moment where I knew I had to web-swing to find the murderer.
I free-fell down, the sensation was tight, amazing, ultimate; I shot one of my webs onto the nearby buildings, I was swinging with such velocity, I was both screaming and yelling, shooting webs from one vantage point to another was exhilarating, I followed closely to the N.Y.P.D squadrons chasing down the vehicle of the perpetrator. The location to where it stopped was an abandoned chemical facility, think Tim Burton 80's movie-style. I swiftly landed on-top of the roof and hid in the shadows lurking at the thug, he was breathing loudly, scared, unsure what to think of the situation, he was afraid of what would happen to him and the cops...
He hasn't met me.
"Who you hiding from?" I yell, he sprays out stray bullets from his handgun, "1,2,3,4!" He nearly hit my foot, but then thanks to my sixth-sense, I dodged it cunningly. "Hopefully it ain't me. I'm just a guy wearing a skin-tight red and blue suit... But then again, you killed my Uncle. That mistake's gonna cost you, murderer." I leaped at him when I got the chance and yanked the gun out of his frail hands. I smacked him right across the jaw, hearing a crack in the process. I punch him right in the gut, having him cough out a bit of blood. And the last one, a kick to the chest, making him hit the wall. "WHO ARE YOU?" He said with fright, "Someone you ticked off, badly! And you know what? That mistake cost you a lot." I slam him up against the light, I instantly recognized that face... It was the burglar who shot down Davis' mom.
The feeling of cold, hard, anger swept away, and instead replaced it with guilt. This man... I didn't stop him from shooting my best friend's mom down. And now, my Uncle Ben is dead and I didn't know what the hell to do. I was astonished. When the burglary happened, I was just on a building, I didn't do anything, now I don't know what to do here as well. The burglar was sobbing, I threw him out the window and attached one of my webs before he could fall. I crawled out the same way I came in and looked straight into the eyes of the detective before I left. I stood on top of one of the skyscrapers in New York, overlooking the streets below. I realize now, what I have to do, to make sure this doesn't happen to anyone else's family, I realize now... That I have a moral obligation, and that obligation is responsibility. I have this power thrust upon me, and with great power, comes great responsibility.
I'm Spider-Man.