Chapter 1: Mandatory Origin Story Part I

Chapter One: The Mandatory Origin Story Part I.

“And Parker if you ever show me up during class again, you’ll be stuffed in that locker,” grunted Flash Thompson as he shoved Peter Parker backwards, hands clutching the shirt. “Make me look stupid…”

“I think Evolution has beat me to the punch, Flash,” replied Peter, unable to help himself but he found himself tossed to the floor by the larger boy. Flash stepped forward, as the crowd that had gathered around, laughing at Peter’s predicament. Of course, Flash was the beloved hero of last Football season, having lead the team to the state championship and Peter was considered to be a bit of a nerd, due to his intelligence, getting top grades.

“Watch it Parker, you better watch your place,” said Flash hotly as Peter scrambled to his feet, clumsily. “Ah what’s the matter? Has Puny Parker fallen and he can’t get up?”

“Back off, Flash!” shouted Gwen Stacy as she rushed over towards Peter, angered by the fact that Flash had to keep up his childish antics, even after all these years. “It isn’t Peter’s fault that you don’t have two brain cells to rub together.”

Flash recoiled as several members of the crowd snickered at his discomfort. He opened his mouth to say something, but seeing a teacher walking over, he changed his mind.

“Later Parker, you can’t behind a girl forever,” said Flash as he moved away and the other members of the crowd walked away, as Gwen leaned forward, helping Peter to his feet.

“Okay, Peter?” asked Gwen with concern as she looked at her shaken friend.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, it’s just Flash being his usual charming self,” replied Peter as he adjusted his glasses. “At least he didn’t give me a black eye this time, maybe he’s softening. After all these years, I still don’t get what his problem is.”

“He’ll keep bothering you, if he knows you’re going to sit back and take it, Pete,” replied Gwen evenly. “You could stand to be just a bit more assertive...”

“You’re saying I’m not assertive?” asked Peter defensively. “I mean, I suppose you could be right, but that’s just how I am. I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“That’s the problem, people like Flash only understand one thing, physical force,” answered Gwen. “Why do you think he’s so good on the football field? Because he’s so aggressive, but you don’t have to take it. You’re better than that, you’re better than him.”

“Flash giving to you problems again, Pete?” asked a voice which caused Gwen and Peter to turn around, to see their other friend, Harry Osborn leaning against the wall, quite lazily.

“Wow, Harry, you actually showed up to school today,” replied Peter which caused Gwen to laugh.

“Yeah, had nothing better to do, besides Dad decided to take an interest of my life, it tends to happen every now and again,” said Harry. “He found out all the time that I missed and…well he wasn’t too happy. Now I have to spend every moment of my free time outside of school with tutors to get me caught up.”

“I told you your attitude would come back and bite you in the end, Harry,” said Peter as Gwen nodded in agreement.

“Hey, it’s not my fault that some people don’t find school as interesting as you two do,” said Harry. “You know, Pete, maybe if you loosened up a bit, maybe Flash wouldn’t be giving you hell every time you turn around.”

“Don’t know if that would happen, but Aunt May and Uncle Ben wouldn’t be happy with me if I slacked off in my studies,” said Peter, with a shrug of his shoulders before something struck him. “You know Harry, I’ve know you for years, but I don’t think I’ve ever met your dad.”

“Yeah me neither, I mean I’ve seen him in pictures, but it’s not like he’s an easy man to get a hold of,” replied Gwen and Harry just looked extremely tentative and evasive. “Harry?”

“He hinted that he’s picking me up after school to make sure I went, so if you’re lucky, you might see him,” said Harry before he turned away from the other two teenagers. “If lucky is the word you want to describe meeting my father.”

“Did you hear about the exhibit they’re having at ESU this weekend?” asked Gwen, abruptly changing the subject and Peter’s spun around with interest, nodding. “It’s an interesting scientific breakthrough.”

“I know tell me about it, genetically altered insects and arachnids,” answered Peter and Harry just pulled a face.

“You mean to tell me you two are excited about a bunch of bugs?” asked Harry.

“Not just any bugs, they’ve been genetically modified to be much stronger to defend against predators, not to mention the fact this could lead to further studies being done and it can lead to curing diseases,” said Gwen in an excited voice. “We could be looking at something that might change the entire face of genetics.”

“Not to mention Professor Warren has been studying this for years, he’s a genius on this,” added Peter, who was practically ecstatic.

“Warren?” asked Harry as he screwed his eyes up, sudden recognition dawning on him. “As in Professor Miles Warren?”

“Well, yes, you mean you’ve heard of him?” asked Peter.

“He worked for Dad for years,” answered Harry. “Not exactly all there in the head, he had a couple screws loose, Dad had to let him go, I heard he was a bit obsessed with cloning.”

“Well he’s not without his quirks,” agreed Peter slowly, not quite sure what to believe of this information. “All great scientists have them.”

“Maybe,” said Harry as they heard the warning bell for the final class period of the day. “Still, not like I’d get to see this amazing scientific breakthrough, Dad has my entire weekend and maybe the rest of my life booked for all I know.”

“Just hang in there, Harry, you’ll bounce back,” said Peter and Harry just shrugged off his friend’s encouragement. “So Gwen, are you up for checking out the exhibit?”

“It’s a date,” answered Gwen with a smile.

-

Norman Osborn was not a patient man at any time but when his time was monopolized by petty things way below his notice, he tended to be less patience. He walked across the lobby of Oscorp Headquarters, with a cold indifferent look on his face, devoid of any emotion whatsoever, as he prepared to pick his son Harry up for school within the next hour, before he dropped him off with the arranged sessions with his tutors. He wished that his son had not been such a disappointment, lacking the ambition to even give the minimal amount of attention towards his studies, but Norman reasoned that this was no fault of his own. There was something simply lacking with the boy.

“Mr. Osborn, sir?” asked a nervous character with reddish brown hair and glasses. “A Wilson Fisk is here to see you, sir.”

“Send him in, Menken,” ordered Norman briskly and Menken nodded, before he moved forward. The CEO of Oscorp stood, having no clue what Wilson Fisk could possibly want at this time, but knowing Fisk, it could hardly be anything that would benefit Norman. He looked calm and collected as a bald rotund man wearing a white suit stepped forward, with an armed bodyguard on either side. Not that he needed them, he was strong enough to rip anyone apart personally who tried something with him, but Wilson Fisk rarely dirtied his own hands. “Good afternoon, Wilson.”

“Hello, Norman,” said Fisk, staring down Norman, not intimidated one bit.

“Might I ask you what business you have at Oscorp?” asked Norman, matching Fisk’s expression.

“Norman, my dear boy, there is no need to be hostile, I do like to check up on the business I own a sizeable interest in from time to time,” said Wilson. “Especially considering recent accidents that have made their way into the news cause me grave concern as a stockholder.”

“Mendel Stromm’s untimely demise was of no fault of mine, the poor man dropped dead of a heart attack, contrary to what misguided rumors you may have heard, Wilson,” said Norman in an icy voice, daring Fisk to contradict him. “The man was getting on in years and it’s a shame that he passed, he was an old teacher of mine. A great mentor and that’s not a compliment I give lightly…”

“A great mentor with an experimental formula that could add millions of dollars to your fortune with the right buyer, providing of course he was out of the picture and you didn’t have to give him royalties,” answered Fisk and Norman just responded. “Naturally I’m not accusing you of any wrongdoings Norman, but the fact of the matter is, the fact that these rumors exist give Oscorp a bad reputation. Still, there is one thing that I wish to know, Norman. The formula that Stromm was working on, while I know of its existence, I’m unsure of its capabilities.”

“It was a super performance enhancer, but I assure you it was highly unstable and extremely addictive,” said Norman evasively. The truth was he had been working on modifying the formula. Stromm’s initial work was a decent base, but there was still much work to be done. “The entire project has been thrown out.”

“A pity, but I’m sure you had your reasons,” said Fisk as he eyed Norman suspiciously. “I do hope that no more deaths occur, it would be bad and I might have to ask the other shareholders to step in to take a nice close look at Oscorp or to be more particular, it’s management.”

“Is that a threat, Wilson?” demanded Norman.

“No, merely a friendly warning,” said Fisk. “I would love to chat about old times but I do have other businesses to attend to. “

“You may be taking a bit too much on, Wilson,” said Norman calmly. “Best be careful, someone could take you down a peg.”

“If someone tries, they would be far from the first,” said Fisk nonchalantly. “Good bye, Norman.”

“Farewell, Wilson,” said Norman as he watched the man walk away with narrowed eyes before he turned and walked down to the door where his limo was waiting.

-

Wilson Fisk sat back in his limo deep in thought. He was a man who was known to the word as a charitable philanthropist and a respected business man but there was another side of him. He was feared in the New York criminal underworld as ruthless Kingpin of Crime, a position that he steadily held for the past fifteen years, after orchestrating an overthrow of the former lead crime boss of New York, Silvio Manfredi. While Manfredi withered away in crime boss, Wilson Fisk enjoyed the trappings of power of being a crime boss.

Soon he would gain control of Oscorp and the Kingpin of Crime would use its vast resources to spread his criminal empire beyond his current scope of influence.

-

The final bell just rung with Harry quickening his pace, with Gwen and Peter struggling to keep pace. Quite frankly, he did not want his friends and his father to meet. It was two worlds that he perilously tried to keep from colliding for years. It was not too difficult, with the great and mighty Norman Osborn being away on business for most of his life, leaving him in the care of family servants. His deepest fear was that his father would not approve of his friends and Gwen and Peter would think less of him because of his father’s oh so wonderful personality.

“Hey, Harry, wait up!” called Gwen in frustration.

“Maybe it’s just me, but Harry’s trying to lose us,” muttered Peter under his breath as they quickened their pace, dodging around the crowd, as they made their way out the door. Harry was off in the distance, pace quickened as he craned his neck, seeing his father waiting outside the limo. Wincing as several people looked in awe, Harry moved towards his father.

“Hello son,” said Norman coolly as he looked at his son, taking note that the boy seemed to be in a particular hurry to leave. “How was school?”

“Fine, Dad,” said Harry calmly.

“Just fine, Harry?” asked Norman with a raised eyebrow before he lowered his voice so only Harry could hear. “Surely after the discussion we had yesterday, I would have assumed you would take a more ambitious approach towards your studies.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Harry dully as he saw that Peter and Gwen arrived and his father’s full attention devoted towards them.

“Your friends, I take it?” asked Norman with calm indifference.

“Yes, sir,” said Harry as Gwen and Peter approached closer.

“Well aren’t you going to introduce me to them?” asked Norman never breaking from his calm tone of voice. “Or are you ashamed of your old man?”

“Gwen, Peter!” called Harry with forced excitement. “Guys this is my father, Norman Osborn. Dad, these are my two best friends, Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Osborn,” said Gwen in a polite tone of voice.

“Same here sir,” said Peter but Norman’s attention turned towards Peter, brushing off Gwen with frosty indifference.

“Peter Parker?” asked Norman in surprise and great interest. “Surely not the same Peter Parker who has been regarded to be one of the most gifted Science students to come out of Midtown High since myself.”

“Well I don’t know about that Mr. Osborn, but I do hold my own,” said Peter modestly.

“Don’t be so modest Peter, I’ve heard nothing but the best about you from my acquaintances on the teaching staff,” said Norman in a stern voice. “Keep up this quality of work and you’ll be heading towards big things. The college of your choice with your intellectual gifts and maybe we’ll be working together in a few years. We could use a few gifted minds like yours at Oscorp.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Peter in surprise, from what he gathered, this was high praise from Norman Osborn and he watched Gwen hover awkwardly in the background.

“So you’ve been trying to keep my son on the straight and narrow,” said Norman as he looked at Harry with disappointment.

“I do what I can,” said Peter and Norman responded with a nod and a knowing, if slightly twisted, smile.

“Well that’s all we can hope for, but even people as brilliant as us can be frustrated when working with inadequate material,” said Norman as he looked at Harry, properly embarrassed and Norman consulted his watch. “I have to leave, Harry’s tutoring session is going to begin in ten minutes and they’re not the type of people I would want to keep waiting.

“Right, I’m sorry to waste your time, Mr. Osborn,” said Peter but Norman waved off his apologies.

“Don’t apologize Peter, it’s always a pleasure to talk to a bright young man such as yourself,” said Norman coolly. “Maybe Harry could learn from your example yet.”

“Right, good bye Mr. Osborn, good bye Harry,” said Peter brightly but Norman just responded with a brisk nod.

“Bye Harry!” called Gwen with forced brightness.

“Bye, Gwen, Peter,” muttered Harry as he sat in the back seat, fearing a lecture about the quality of his friends.

“So, Harry’s father,” said Peter as he watched the Osborn limo drove into the distance.

“Gives me the creeps,” said Gwen involuntarily shuddering. “Maybe it was better off for Harry that he’s not around all of the time.”

“Don’t like him much either, but at least Harry’s nothing like his dad,” said Peter.

“Thankfully,” agreed Gwen utterly appalled by a miniature version of Norman Osborn running around. “We better get going.”

“I’ll walk you home Gwen,” said Peter suddenly, unaware of where that quite forward request came from.

“Why, Mr. Parker, people might think there’s something going on between us,” teased Gwen with a smile.

“I could do worse, Ms. Stacy,” retorted Peter before muttering under his breath. “Much worse.”

-

“Peter has potential, it’s something that you are quite frankly lacking, Harry,” remarked Norman calmly. “The girl on the other hand, well I don’t know if I approve with your friendship with her. She just appears to be an unneeded distraction at a crucial time in your life.”

Harry just sat in the back seat of the limo, stewing. He could not believe his father had torn him down in front of his front of his friends.

“Gwen’s not a distraction, in fact we’re just friends,” said Harry and Norman just turned to his son with a raised eyebrow. “I’d be lying if I didn’t find her attractive, but it just wouldn’t work out.”

“And why wouldn’t it work out?” asked Norman, as while he had misgivings about Harry being friends with this Gwen Stacy, he was appalled by his son’s attitude. An Osborn never thought of themselves beneath a female.

“Dad, please, it just wouldn’t,” muttered Harry.

“Tell me why it wouldn’t work, son?” asked Norman a bit more forcefully as he stared down his son without blinking.

“She and Peter…well they’re not officially….but it’s like…neither of them want to make the first move,” said Harry awkwardly.

“I see,” said Norman stiffly. He truthfully would never understand teenagers for as long as he lived as the limo came to a stop. “The tutors would be waiting inside Harry. I’ll be in meetings all night but I’ll see you in the morning. Do work harder than you ever worked before and don’t embarrass me.”

Harry exited the limo, fists clenched, wishing he could stand up to his father but he could not do it. He walked inside, feet dragging, resigned to his fate that he would not have a moment of free time for the foreseeable future.

-

“Bye Gwen, see you tomorrow,” called Peter as Gwen walked towards the house.

“Bye Peter, stay safe,” replied Gwen as she opened the door, watching Peter walk off before she turned her key into the door and slipped inside, to see her father, George, sitting at the table. “Hi, Dad!”

“Hello, Gwen,” said George as he looked tired, at least twice his age. Being the Captain of the New York City police force had taxed him recently, because of how short handed they had been recently. Two of his best men retired recently and another one had been shot by a gunman who had been working for the mysterious Kingpin. The investigation of the Kingpin had hit every wall imaginable and they were back to square one. “And how was your day?”

“Great, Dad,” said Gwen happily. “Yours?’

“More of the same, I don’t really want to burden it with you Gwen,” said George with a sigh. He admitted that he had thrown himself into his work over the past couple of years, after the death of his wife. “So how are things between you and Peter?”

“Well we’re still friends if that’s what you mean,” said Gwen evasively and George just looked at his daughter.

“He’s a good young man, Gwen, which is something that’s really rare these days,” said George, indeed if it would have been any other boy that Gwen had shown interest in, he would be polishing his gun.

“Yes, Pete’s one of a kind,” said Gwen shaking her head to clear her thoughts regarding one Peter Parker. He was not without his flaws certainly, but overall he was selfless, willing to stand by his friends, even if he had difficulty standing up for himself. Cute too in his own way but that was an added benefit on top of his personality more than anything.

-

“Hey, Parker, looks like your little blond protector isn’t here to protect you now, so we can finish what we started earlier!” called Flash Thompson which caused Peter to wince, grabbed by the collar of his shirt, as a few of Flash’s friends watched with glee. “Don’t know what she sees in a little twerp like you anyway but that doesn’t matter.”

“You know Flash, I’m a bit tired of you…” stated Peter but Flash shoved Peter down to the ground. Peter winced, as he scrapped his elbow.

“You know Parker, it’s like you think you’re better than me sometimes,” said Flash gruffly, as his friends watched, laughing at Peter’s misfortune but he scrambled to his feet as Flash stood off with Peter but suddenly Flash and his friends stiffened and Peter looked over his shoulder, before he sighed relief.

“Is there a problem here, boys?” asked Ben Parker, as he looked from the boys to his nephew on the floor.

“No of course not, Mr. Parker,” said Flash in what he thought was a winning tone of voice. “Me and my good buddy Pete we’re just fooling around, man Pete that’s a nasty scrape, you better get that looked at. That looks like it sucks.”

“I think you boys better head on home,” said Ben calmly, as he put his hand on his nephew’s shoulder and they nodded, Flash giving one final smile as Peter winced, knowing the taunting he would have go through tomorrow at school. “How long have those boys been giving you trouble, Peter?”

“I could have handled that Uncle Ben,” said Peter but Ben just looked at his nephew. “It’s nothing, just every day, Flash likes to show off, I’m sure he really means nothing by it.”

“Let’s get you inside, Peter, your aunt should be finishing dinner,” said Ben as he steered Peter inside and sure enough, as they entered the kitchen, May Parker was standing in the kitchen, looking rather worried but her expression brightened when she saw Peter.

“Peter there you are, now where have you been, you know I worry,” said May, fussing over Peter immediately. Peter felt satisfied that his aunt did not really see his elbow right away, she would only worry.

“Sorry about that Aunt May, I was walking Gwen home and I tried to get back as soon as I can, I didn’t mean to worry you,” said Peter apologetically.

“Oh that’s sweet of you dear, I know you didn’t mean to worry me, but you how I get,” said May, before she turned and walked into the other room, where the television had been left on.

“…embittered former special effects artist Quentin Beck was quoted in saying that most artists today would not know how to utilize special effects dramatically if it bit them in the…” stated a news caster on television before it was silenced.

“Peter, you do know that you can talk to me about anything, right?” asked Ben quickly. For years, Peter told him everything but now much like most teenagers, Peter had been a bit more secretive about his life.

“Of course I do, Uncle Ben, but it’s nothing,” said Peter stubbornly.

“Just like your father was at that age,” muttered Ben to himself, shaking his head. “Just remember Peter, you could be a little more assertive, show those boys that you won’t put up with what you’re putting you through.”

“Gwen told me the same thing,” said Peter swiftly.

“Smart girl that one,” said Ben approvingly. His nephew was a good boy, smart as a tack but he tended to lack the assertiveness to stand up to himself and with that May re-entered the room, pushing a newspaper to the side, as the Parkers ate dinner.

-

“Welcome to Empire State University!” boomed an excited voice as Gwen and Peter made their way through the crowd, where several exhibits were set up but the main attraction was the exhibit of genetically altered insects and arachnids. “Thank you for coming out today, we have a real treat for you, one of the foremost experts in genetics, Professor Miles Warren.”

Polite applause as Warren made his way towards the glass case, looking business like and completely serious, as the vast majority of the crowd gathered around.

“With years of intense study, I have began to unlock the key of genetically altering insects, making them stronger and more able to ward off predators, enhancing their strength by many times,” lectured Warren dryly, showing little emotion. “With extensive tests, a serum has been created and introduced into the insects that genetically alter their DNA to be stronger, faster, much more durable. With more time and more tests, the serum could be further developed to be introduced into more advanced forms of life and it is my theory that in time, it could unlock the secrets to curing many previously incurable diseases.”

“Excuse me Professor Warren,” called a man in the middle row. “But aren’t you concerned of the ethical implications of tinkering with the DNA of living organisms? Many would call it unnatural.”

“Many would call moving pictures watched in a box witchcraft a century ago but television has been introduced into our society and is a prominent part of it, for better or for worse” countered Warren. “Granted there are some risks, there always are risks as any true scientist knows but I feel the long term scope of this project will cause great things.”

“Have there been any side effects in the creatures you’ve introduced the serum into so far?” asked another voice.

“Side effects, yes, the serum was not perfected during the first two rounds of testing but this third batch of genetically altered insects and arachnids have withstood the modified serum,” said Warren. “I assure you that should the serum ever get the stage where it could be utilized on humans, it will be tested to its fullest extent.”

Warren cleared his throat, brushing off several other questions, as he watched the insects move around, with no side effects so far. The first batch had lived an accelerated life, decomposing almost instantly when the serum had been introduced to them. The second batch had spontaneously combusted but this third batch was strong and enduring. Their shelf life was maybe several days at the most before he sprayed out a spray can and sprayed it into the case but the insects appeared none the worse from wear.

“This insect killer has no effect on my insects,” said Warren as he sprayed a nearby fly on the wall, showing that the spray was indeed legitimate when the fly landed off the wall.

“Can anything kill them?” asked Gwen, her curiosity piqued.

“Normal means used to kill insects is rendered ineffectual but yes, they can be killed just as any human could be,” said Warren with a dry chuckle. “We can’t make the invincible, especially if the serum is spread to the offspring, the number of insects multiple an accelerated rate. And then within a few weeks they will…”

Warren was stopped when a man in a suit exited from a door behind him and whispered something into his ear causing the Professor to be a bit put off.

“Feel free to take a look at our specimens and once I return, I’ll answer any further questions,” said Warren as he turned before briskly walking off, as the group turned around.

“Look at that Gwen,” muttered Peter as he watched a spider in one of the case do a series of acrobatic moves to create a web that he was certain was not even possible.

“Oh that’s cool, if a bit unnatural,” said Gwen as she watched the spider, with a fascinated expression on her face. The other insects were okay, but the serum appeared to enhance the abilities of the spiders beyond everything else. As she watched them, something caught her eye. “That’s odd.”

“What’s odd, Gwen?” asked Peter, turning to her.

“According to the sign, there’s sixteen spiders, but I only see fifteen,” said Gwen quietly, counting to make sure she had not missed one.

“I’m sure it will turn up,” said Peter, but he turned, seeing a furry little black spider crawling up his arm and he muttered, eyes widened when he realized. “The missing spider…”

That was about the only words Peter uttered, before he felt a sharp pain. The spider had bitten him and it was quite different by any bite he had ever experienced. His arm felt as if it was on fire briefly before his body went numb, as he staggered.

“PETER!” shouted Gwen in a horrified voice, as she watched as Peter staggered around the lab, attracting a the attention of more than a few bystanders but he somehow managed to summon the strength to move forward, with Gwen following behind him, nearly tripping over her feet at her haste to get to him, eyes widened in horror “Peter, please speak to me, oh my god, you really don’t look good.”

“Don’t feel good either,” gasped Peter as he felt his entire body size up, he felt the urge to throw up but somehow his body would not allow him to as he staggered and slumped against the wall, with Gwen moving forward to catch him, helping him ease his way to the ground so he did not fall, as Gwen heard movement from the other side of the door and the door opened.

“Someone please help, there’s been an accident, my friend…he’s really sick,” said Gwen her lip trembling straining to maintain her composure, it was so hard not to completely freak out. One minute Peter had been talking to her like normal and they were enjoying their day, the next second Peter was in pain and barely conscious, not to mention the fact he looked dreadfully pale and sweaty.

“Just stay calm, I’ll call an ambulance,” said the security guard as he turned but Peter gripped Gwen’s hand.

“Please don’t leave me, Gwen,” rasped Peter weakly. “I can’t move…it hurts too much…”

“Peter, don’t worry, I’m here, someone’s getting help, don’t worry, everything is going to okay,” said Gwen in a reassuring voice, as she squeezed Peter’s hand lightly but she felt his body thrash violently. “Pete…please don’t die on me Peter, hang on, I know you’re strong enough to fight this…someone’s coming, you can’t die, not know.”

Gwen looked forlorn as she wrapped her arms around Peter, trying to offer him what little comfort she can, despite the fact having little to offer herself. It tore her up inside to see him in this state but Peter’s violent shaking ceased slightly. He was still pale, a hand to his forehead revealed that he was burning up and he was breathing was extremely shallow.

“I’m going to die,” whispered Peter. “Before I tell…”

Peter’s voice was silenced, as he appeared to be too weak to even say one more word.

“Now you’re not going to die Peter,” muttered Gwen in an attempt to convince herself as much as Peter. “You’re just too stubborn to…besides help is the on way right now, the paramedics are here, you’ll get to the hospital, everything will work out just great, this will be just a memory, you’re be better, you have to be.”

Gwen turned, wiping the tears away from her eyes, but maintaining a strong resolve. She had to be not only for Peter, but for his aunt and uncle when they found out the horrible news about what happened to their nephew. Paramedics entered the room, serious expression on their face.

“It will be okay Peter,” muttered Gwen, reluctantly withdrawing her hand from his, as the paramedics moved in to do their job, before she muttered. “You have to be okay.”


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