Am I Peter Parker?

Chapter 5 :Bag-Man??:

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Earth-56

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My thoughts race as I begin to plan my next move. I now know that I have powers similar to Spider-Woman's and that I must learn to control them and use them for good. I have decided to be like her, a vigilante on behalf of the weak.

But one thing is certain: I am no longer the same person who entered this hospital. I will also need a superhero name for the time being, I will base it on hers.

I will be the Amazing...

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The Amazing Arachno.

"pffff"

Of course if I go with that name it doesn't sound similar to hers but it still doesn't convince me...

No..... Maybe Spider-Man??

It doesn't help me considering my age either. Putting that aside, I focus on adapting to my new abilities.

The hospital exit continues its course, but for now I secretly practice my new abilities in the room. I learn to move with more agility and to control the adhesion of my hands and feet.

A few minutes after climbing and jumping around the room I begin to admire my new physique, much more defined than before, especially my abdomen.

"really surprising"

Now I find myself walking along the walls with only my little fingers, improving my balance by sticking to surfaces like the window.

With the night in its imposing image over the Big Apple, it makes me reconsider the fact of looking for a larger space to practice my recently acquired skills.

I was left thinking about a place free of cameras, with that in mind, the image of the hospital roof immediately comes to mind.

Jumping quickly and lightly, I manage to stick to the walls, dodging the nurses and doctors in the hallways, making sure the cameras can't see me.

I stealthily walk up the stairs to the roof, stepping on tiles that are still frozen due to the early arrival of winter in New York City.

I continue to climb and the temperature drops with the ambulance sirens resonating in the direction of the hospital. I sigh with my breath visible due to the cold of the night.

In a short time I reach the door that leads outside, bringing my hand closer to open the door. I stay for a second, exerting a small part of my strength so as not to destroy the security lock, but enough strength to get it open.

Click

With a creaking sound, it opens, letting me feel the winter breeze reaching my skin. My eyes focus on the terrifying image of the island of Manhattan being lifted to the skies against gravity.

At the impressive sight of the gigantic island, I see it rise without any opposition. My body just shakes and my organs seem to churn in terror.

After the initial shock, I recover as best I can, realizing my new reality in this world, the most my city has ever seen being a terrorist attack by a crazy villain.

Later at night, as I practice on the hospital rooftop, I see something that catches my attention: a robbery in progress at a nearby store. Three masked men are ransacking the place, and the police have not yet arrived.

"It's my chance to prove myself, but first I should find a way to cover my identity from the store's security cameras just in case."

Throttling around, I manage to reach the lower floor without problems. Quickly jumping from room to room, I manage to find enough clothes and an improvised mask. I end up running towards the nearest window, putting on my attempt at a suit.

With a determined leap, I launch myself from the window and land gracefully on the building next to the hospital. With my hands firmly clinging to the wall, I begin to move with my new agility between the walls that separate me from my destination.

Between each jump I make, I can only think of the different ways to take down the assailants without them shooting. But my mind floods me with memories of Uncle Ben before his death and the argument.

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The cold night on the streets of Queens was noticeable, with my breath visible in the darkness. I come across the familiar facade of my home, finding Uncle Ben in front of the door, sitting, waiting for me with an angry look.

"Hi! Hi, I thought you were going to..." I say halfway before being interrupted.

"Did you forget something?" he said in an annoyed voice.

"Huh?" My surprise was clearly expressed in my voice when, suddenly, my cell phone began to ring.

Beep Beep

Interrupting the sound, I turn it off.

—And don't answer it. At least I know it works —Uncle Ben said, still sitting.

—You have to apologize to your aunt, you forgot. Be a man, go in and apologize —he said, starting to get up and opening the door for me to enter the living room, where I see Aunt May pacing around in circles, worried.

—Sorry, Aunt May, I just... —I say regretfully, I approached him to give him a hug.

"No, you don't have to apologize to me. It's to your uncle…" trying to calm myself down, I can only try to finish apologizing.

"Of course you have to," said Uncle Ben, arriving in the living room.

"Ben, please," Aunt May, in a pleading tone, tried to defend me.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Uncle Ben. I got distracted, I went to OSCORP," I said, trying to explain my absence.

"So you got distracted?" he asks me angrily, to which I only answer:

"Yes," I say while looking at the ground, repentant.

"Your aunt, my wife, had to walk twelve blocks alone in the middle of the night and then wait alone at a subway station because you got distracted," his complaint only made me feel more guilty about the situation.

"Ben, honey, seriously, I'm perfectly capable of walking alone," he said, about to cry.

—You don't have to defend him, May —he claimed.

—I'm not...

—Yes you are...

—Yes I know, Ben...

—Listen, son —he said, making me look up to look him in the eyes.

—Yes, I hear you.

—You are identical to your father in everything, Peter, and it is excellent, but your father used a philosophy, it was a principle really. He believed that if you could do something good for other people, you had a moral obligation to do those things. That's what this is about, not decisions, but responsibilities —his words only bring me back to the past, a past that hurts...

—How nice, it's excellent! —my voice breaks as I speak.

—So, where is he now? —I continue, regardless of the tears coming out of me.

—What?

—Tell me, where is my father? —my eyes fill with tears as I stare at him.

—Didn't he think it was his responsibility to live with me and tell me himself?

—Oh, please, what right do you have...?

—No! What right do you have to say that? —I immediately burst into anger and only think about leaving the place where my parents abandoned me.

—Where are you going, Peter? Please, come back here!

I continue my way to the door regardless of Uncle Ben's call.

With anger running through my body, I don't measure the strength with which I grab the front door as I open it.

Crack

The sound resonates as the wood with the hinges are immediately destroyed by me. I ran off in an unknown direction.

—Ben, leave him alone for a while. He'll be okay —Aunt May said, trying to stop my uncle.

When I heard the door move, trying to open, I jump to the nearest street light, avoiding being seen.

—Peter! —Uncle Ben shouted several times, as I silently stood above watching him walk away for the last time.

The last time I would see him alive...

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Later than never, I reach the sidewalk in front of the store. Later than never, I reach the sidewalk in front of the store. The lights in the window flicker, casting dancing shadows on the pavement. I pause for a moment, silently observing the nearby buildings on the street. The stores begin to close, and the few pedestrians left walk hurriedly to their destinations.

I remember the first time I visited this store, many years ago. It was a place of refuge, a safe corner in the hustle and bustle of the city. The owner, Mrs. Martinez, always greeted me with a smile and a bar of chocolate with almonds. But today, the warm lights seem colder, and the automatic door creaks open and close as I approach, jumping up to the ceiling so I can't be seen.

Suddenly, a loud sound breaks the silence. I turn my head and see the robbers threatening the man behind the store.

My heart is pounding, but fear is replaced by adrenaline. I sneak up and enter through a back window, surprising myself with how easy it is to move without making a sound.

As I enter, I notice that everything is the same, but different. The shelves are full of unknown drinks and cans of food, but my old memories are still in place, reminding me that I am in another reality.

I walk slowly, letting my fingers brush the shelves, looking for some useful item, remembering past stories in this store.

"Who are you?" one of the robbers shouts upon seeing me.

"I am the Amazing Spider-Man," I answer with more confidence than I really feel.

Before they can react, I throw some boxes that immobilize one of the robbers. Another one takes out a gun, but with a quick movement, I dodge and neutralize the second robber with a kick.

The third one tries to flee, but I catch him against the wall of the establishment. However, I hear how the sliding door opens and a fourth robber enters, aiming towards the owner of the store.

Without much effort, the robber trapped between the boxes that I sent flying comes back aiming at me along with his partner.

Bang!

—You really don't like the name...

Bang!

—How about the incredible tarantula?

Bang!

—Very original?

Bang!

—Hey! Be careful with my bag... I mean my mask, come on man...

Bang!

—Maybe the spectacular bag man

With the superhuman senses endowed by the enhanced spider, I find myself seeing everything in frames as my head tickles.

I'm dodging bullets from the criminals who have entered the store to commit a crime on an emergency alert in the city.

"Damn, my underwear is tight."

The discomfort of the suit, created from latex gloves along with clothes stolen from the hospital and a mask made from a bag, goes away the moment I'm hit by one of the bullets in the bag.

"Hey, lovers of other people's things, have you heard the one about chambear?" I say trying to stop my fear of guns, realizing that they stop shooting to reload.

"Damn mutant! Freak!" says one with the gun already reloading to shoot.

"Do you kiss your boyfriend with that mouth?"

With my new speed, I spin in the air and throw a punch at the man closest to my position, trying my best not to break any bones.

However, I can hear his ribs cracking as the blow hits. The man falls to the ground, unconscious, as his gun slides across the floor of the store.

The other criminals, seeing their partner fall, redouble their efforts, firing uncontrollably at my position.

My body reacts instinctively, moving with an agility and precision I have never experienced before.

The bullets fly past me, but none manage to hit me. My senses are at their peak, and I can anticipate every move of the attackers.

Taking advantage of a brief pause in their attack, I lunge at the second man, disarming him with a quick movement of my hand.

His surprised expression is replaced by pain as I knock him down with a well-aimed kick to his legs.

Before the third man can reload, I throw a box of whole grain cereal at him, causing the gun to fall from his hands. Acting quickly, I lightly hit him in the chest before he falls unconscious to the ground.

The last man, visibly nervous, tries to flee, but is unable to escape.

With a quick improvised javelin shot from a metal rod, I pin him against the wall, leaving him knocked out and unable to move.

The store, which moments ago was filled with chaos, is now silent, save for the sound of the heavy breathing of the defeated criminals. I take a moment to make sure everyone is okay, then call the police to inform them of the situation and ask for assistance.

As I wait for them to arrive, I approach the store owner, an older man who has been hiding behind the counter. His eyes are filled with gratitude and relief.

"Thank you, young man," he says in a shaky voice. "I don't know what I would have done without your help."

"Don't worry," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just did what I had to do."

As the adrenaline begins to subside, I realize how close I came to being hurt. This power I have is a great responsibility, and I must use it carefully. Remembering Uncle Ben's words, I promise myself that I will always do my best to protect the innocent and bring justice.

Shortly after, the police sirens arrive, breaking the silence of the night. The officers rush in, arresting the criminals and making sure everyone is safe. I hide in the shadows, watching as the men are led away in handcuffs, and I feel a mix of satisfaction and responsibility.

The police leave shortly after, and upon seeing the scene, the man still looks at me in amazement. A second later he approaches me and asks,

"Who are you?"

"Just a friend and neighbor," I reply, remembering Gwen's words as a hero.

I leave before they can ask any more questions, jumping from building to building until I reach the hospital again. I feel elated, not only for having stopped the robbers, but for having proven that I can make a difference.

I realize that I need a proper suit and more tools to continue fighting crime.

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On the cold night streets of New York, a storefront stood with several holes in it from a recent crime scene. Now, an older man was cleaning up the mess caused by the thugs and the unknown vigilante.

"I think I heard you say your name was the Bag Man?"

With that last thought, he left his store....

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