Peter's POV 

There sat Tom, the five year old. Sitting in the middle of a market robbery, guns pointed at him as tears streamed down his face. Something snapped inside me and I began to try running in, but a pair of surprisingly strong arms held me back.

"Whoa, there. You can't go in there." The officer holding me back told me. I turned around to see he was an old man wearing shades. The badge he wore on his chest read 'Stan Lee'. (Rest in Peace, dear, dear Stan Lee. You will forever be in our hearts.)

"Please let me in. My little brother is in there!" I almost yelled, but the stares from the crowd kept me from raising my voice further. Officer Lee shook his head and pulled me to the side.

"You've got spunk, kid. Spunk is power in this world, but remember my words: With great power comes responsibility." He said with a bright smile.

I like this guy. Ah- Not the time to be making friends, no matter how cool he is.

I nodded in response to him and walked away from the crowd. His words echoed through my brain, repeating like a broken record.

I've got actual powers now. Maybe I can help Tom get out of there? But how do I get in?

Spotting an empty alleyway close by, it practically glowed in opportunity. Running into the alley, I made sure no one was around. After pulling up my hood and zipping up the hoodie, I began scaling the building the same way I had done with the tree. It was weirdly almost natural at this point.

Am I supposed to be adapting to this so fast? It feels almost like second nature already to be moving around like this. How?

Jumping from roof to roof, I wrapped my blue and red handkerchief around my head as a sort of mask. Don't want my face all over the news. Medusa would absolutely murder me. It's sad how I am not exaggerating. 

Clearing my head of thoughts, I climbed into the air vents of the market Tom was in. Silently crawling through the tunnels, I managed to find my way pretty easily. Looking down at the crime from above, I spotted Tom in the group. Luckily, there was a small opening beside him.

Now just need a little distraction.

Opening the vent, I put one of the screws to the side before sliding the vent lid to the opposite side of the opening, so it wouldn't just swing underneath me and gain attention. Poking my head out of the opening, I decided to toss the screw to the far side of the store where none of the goons were standing. Putting as much strength as I could behind the throw, I managed to cause a medium sized crater in the floor where it landed.

This instantly gained their attention, making more than half of them run to the far end of the store. The remaining robbers were staring out the window to keep an eye on the cops, watching their every move and leaving the hostages without surveillance.

Now's my chance.

I hopped out of the vents, landing in a squat beside Tom. He was about to scream out, but I quickly covered his mouth. Putting a finger up to where my mouth was under the mask, I warned him and the other hostages to stay silent. They all nodded in fearful understanding as I knelt like they were. When the other robbers returned, I lowered my head to hide the mask I wore with my hood.

"What was it?" The robber closest to us asked.

"I'm not sure. It was a screw in a crater thingy. Dunno what caused it, so I say we wrap this up quickly." One of the others responded before turning his attention to me. "You! Lift up your hood, you punk."

I smirked under my mask and slowly lifted my hands up to bring them to the edges of my hood so it looked like I would obey their commands. However, without warning, I sprung into action. Jumping up to the ceiling, I knelt upside down from up there to gain all of their attention.

"The fuck!? Shoot him down!" someone had yelled, starting the rain of bullets to head my direction.

The prickling sensation in my mind allowed be to dodge them all with ease. Jumping down, I landed on one of the robbers, kicking him in the gut. Taking them all by surprise, I swung at the nearest goon. Soon enough, I had cleared the way for the hostages to run out the entrance. With only one goon left, I knocked him out cold with a quick punch before turning to where the hostages had been sitting. Frozen in place, Tom sat on the floor, staring at me with wide eyes.

Crap did I scare him? He's not injured is he?

"That was awesome!!!" He suddenly yelled, a bright smile on his face. Rolling my eyes, I quickly picked him up and jumped up into the air vents right before the police could barge in. I could hear their confused murmurs on where I went as I crawled through the vents.

After exiting the vents through the roof, I carried him in my arms, holding him tight. Jumping from roof to roof, I made my way to the orphanage. At the front steps of the orphanage, I put him down and stared down at him with a scolding stare.

"Thomas Stanley Holland. You are in soooo much trouble." I told him, finally removing my handkerchief mask. His eyes widened and his smile brightened at the sight of me before he took in my words and frowned.

"Sorry, Peter." He apologized, tears in his eyes.

"Come on, let's get inside." I opened the door, allowing him to walk in first.

"I found him!!" The youngest Chris yelled from down the hall before hugging Tom like his life depended on it. Everyone immediately began to shuffle down the stairs and chatter away at Tom, asking him questions and scolding him. So none of you knew where he was? Just great.

"No, I found him." I announced, gaining everyone's attention. They finally noticed I was standing there and put on guilty looks on their faces. Almost immediately, they started spewing out either a pitiful excuse as to why Tom was outside or pinning the blame on someone else.

"Tom, why were you at the grocery store? Scratch that, why were you there ALONE?" I questioned, making the room go silent. Tom slowly shuffled forward.

"I was looking out the window, watching a butterfly flying around. Then it landed on a hundred dollar bill on the floor outside! I ran outside to pick it up and I wanted to get everyone food for dinner, so I went to the store." He explained, handing me a crumpled hundred dollar bill in his palm. HOLY! It's real! Wait, focus Peter.

"But then those big meanies showed up out of nowhere with their guns. And they made me sit with the strangers. The police were loud, yelling things at the meanies." Tom suddenly started smiling, turning to the other kids. I looked at him questionably. Why's he smiling?

"And then Peter came down from the sky! Then, he jumped up to the ceiling and stuck there! He was on the CEILING!! When the bad guys started shooting, He started going POW! And BANG! And BOOM!" Tom punched and kicked the air, making his own sound effects as he did. I couldn't help but smile. God, I can't stay mad at this kid.

"Is this true, Peter? You beat up the bad guys?" Jeremy asked, staring up at me with amazed eyes. Everyone stared up at me in curiosity.

"Er-uhm yeah." I admitted awkwardly. Usually their stares wouldn't bug me, but it was as if their eyes were burning holes into my very soul.

"Wow! You're like a superhero!!"

"Do you have superpowers?!?" 

"Can you fly?!"

"What are your powers?"

"Can you show us?!"

"How did you get your powers?!"

Why didn't you tell us you have powers!?"

As they bombarded me with questions, panic rose inside me. Not knowing what to do, I jumped up to the ceiling. Sitting upside down, I looked up at them to see their shocked and amazed faces below me.

"Listen, everyone." I said before any of them could speak. "I want you all to calm down. My ears are super sensitive now, so everything is really loud. No more yelling."

They nodded as I jumped back down to the ground.

"So does this mean you're a superhero now?" Benedict W. asked, hope in his voice.

Me? A superhero? That does sound pretty cool, but I can't just BECOME a superhero...can I?

"I-I don't know." I admitted.

"Peter! You have powers and fought bad guys! That pretty much automatically makes you a superhero." Anthony announced, an excited look on his face.

Before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged up the stairs by 24 kids who were all chattering happily amongst themselves. Entering the boys' room, I couldn't help but get their excited aura on me, allowing an idea to enter my mind.

Walking into my closet-room, I went straight to my shoebox and took out the dusty sketchbook, careful to not let the dead spider get squashed by the photos inside. For the next hour, I ran around the orphanage, picking up anything a that might work for what I had in mind. Whenever any of the kids would ask me what I was doing, I showed them the sketchbook as an answer. This is going to be epic!

"Are they done? Are they done?" Jeremy and Chis P. chanted, jumping up and down behind me. I nodded, signaling them to run off to tell the others. Within seconds, everyone was in the room, eyes wide with anticipation.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked as I lifted up my new costume high into the air so everyone could see.

It was a red, blue, and black hoodie that I had sewn web patterns onto. Along with a large white spider onto the chest. Dangling from around the hood was a pair of goggles I had found in a closet. From the inside, I had sewn a large red cloth to use as a mask. Finally, the part I was most proud of: I had attached web shooters to the inside of a pair of black gloves. (Basically the picture above, but with web shooters hidden under the gloves.)

"Wow! That looks awesome, Peter!" Jeremy exclaimed, earning nods of agreement from the rest.

They probably learned not to talk at once from earlier. At least that saves me a headache.

"Thanks! Now all that's left is to think of a name for me." I told them, lowering the suit.

"You're powers are like a spider, right? Why not try Spider-Man?" Tom Hiddleston suggested, gaining my immediate approval.

"Okay! So from now on, Peter is our your friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man!" Someone announced, though I couldn't tell who, earning cheers from them all. "But don't tell anyone! We don't want bad guys knowing where we live, alright?" I warned, stress from the very idea starting to fill me.

"What?! We can't tell anyone?" They all whined. I probably should have kept this a secret...It's too late now. Just go with it, Peter.

"No, you can't. Don't tell anyone. Not your friends. Not the police. No one. If you tell anyone, we are all going to be in danger. So keep your mouths shut, got it?" I explained, my voice a little harsh. They all nodded with slight fear, making guilt flood into me. Don't let the guilt win, Peter. Being harsh was necessary or they won't listen.

"How's about this? We make this like a sort of secret club. You're all my little spiderlings from now on!" I told them in a gentle voice, giving in to the guilt. God damn it, Peter. You're weak! You can beat up a group of robbers, but you let a bunch of children win against your emotions.

"Spiderlings Club!" Robert cheered, raising his hands in the air. With that, everyone perked up and cheered along with him, making me giggle a bit.

"Alright, my spiderlings, time for bed!" I announced, earning a mixture of Awww's and Yay's. Within ten minutes, everyone was sound asleep.

Sitting on my 'bed', I stared at the clock on my phone for the next few hours, unable to steady my nerves. Five minutes until I'm officially 15 years old.

However, unable to contain my excitement any longer, I stood up and got changed into the newly made suit. Opening the closet door, I climbed onto the wall beside it, making it easier to move across the room without having to walk over bodies. Sitting on the windowsill, I looked at the time on my phone: '12:00 am, Sunday.'

Happy Birthday to me~ And Happy Birthday to Spider-Man.

After taking one last look back at the kids, I jumped out the window, nimbly landing on the roof of the building next door.

After taking one last look back at the kids, I jumped out the window, nimbly landing on the roof of the building next door.

Trying my best to stay as silent as possible and remain unseen, I scaled the tallest building in my area. Once I was on the roof, I looked down at my wrists.

I hope this works...

Taking a deep breath, I stepped off the roof.

Raising my right hand as I fell, I aimed at the next building over and shot a long string of the artificial webbing. Feeling it stick to the building, I held onto the web with all my might. Allowing myself to swing, I raised my left hand and shot the next web. Repeating the process, I swung across town with ease. At some point, I even managed to to a flip mid-air.

Holy shit! I did it!!

Resting on an insanely tall apartment building, I heard a high pitched scream from a few blocks down.

All right, Spider-Man. Let's see what you can do.

Reaching the scene of the crime, I watched a drunk looking man hold a knife out to a woman in an alley.

"Don't you know it's rude to point a knife at a lady." I joked, lowering myself upside down from my web. The drunkard glared at me.

"Min' yur own beez wax." He slurred. I shot a web at his mouth and jumped on top of him, knocking him out.

"Alright, Miss. Just call the cops from here. I don't think he'll wake up for a while." I told her, leaning the drunk against the wall.

"Wh-Who are you?" She stuttered.

"No one, really. I'm just your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man!" I smiled under the mask before swinging away.