Is it Hero Time?

Previously, 'Damn, why can't I get a break from having too much power?' was what he said yesterday, but Peter is clearly wishing for a way to get out of this situation, but he wouldn't cause he responsible like that.

And did you ever wonder what you'd feel after a mandatory meeting with a police since you're a victim? It's actually pretty good in Peter's case.

"Thanks, guys. I don't know what would happen to me if not for you guys taking the call from my aunt and that nice person who heard me."

"It was no problem, kid. The captain has a soft spot for cases like these so don't feel bad about it. Just try to not get lost." The officer named Keaton chides then noogies Peter's head with his knuckle.

"Yeah, yeah, I will Keaton. Y'all take care when you leave." Peter replies with a smile.

With that, the police waved him goodbye as they entered their police cars. Peter waves back as they left then he started walking to a nearby bench waiting to be picked up by his Uncle Ben with Aunt May waiting at home.

He looks around the scenery of New York which reminded him of how he feels like he's used to this not-so-new life. Shifting his brown eyes, throughout the street he sees that old Cadillac his Uncle Ben drives that stops exactly at his position.

"Heya there, Pete. Wanna go home?" Ben's olden face emanates warmth like the sun's rays every morning sunrise.

"I think I'd like that, Uncle Ben!" Peter brightly smiles at his Uncle akin to the sun at high noon then enters the Cadillac's aged but luxurious passenger seat. They soon left the Hospital's street not wanting to be stuck in a traffic riddled city which is New York, I mean why live there for the inconvenience?

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"Finally, I'm home." Peter then plops on his bed face first missing the feeling of homely warmth, rather than the cold antiseptic feel of the hospital.

As Peter was snuggling to his bed like an idiot. Cortana calls him for a question hoping for an answer. "Peter, I have a question to ask."

Peter rolls himself up to be respectful to his overpowered AI/best friend living rent-free in his head. 'Yeah? What is it, Cortana?' He wonders as to what she wants to ask.

'Will you try to be Spider-Man?'

As Cortana's voice in his head began to rung out in his brain's ears, he felt his head get banged with a frying pan.

'I don't know, Cortana. I can't wait to try out the sweet powerset I have but I could try to do it. I mean, who doesn't want to be Spider-Man. No. I have to be Spider-Man. That's already my path paved for me. Now, I just have to play along and keep on winning.' His thoughts clouded with confusion began to clear up as he remembers the thing, you know. The 'THING'.

'Uncle Ben always reminds Peter that 'With great power comes, great responsibility'. But, it's with great management, comes great rewards is what I'd abide whenever I could have something that would help me better my future.' Peter tries to use accounting in a fashion that would benefit his budding career as a hero and would probably be a big-brain move if it wasn't common.

'Peter, I can only say that in every step of the way. I'll be by your side whenever you decide something.' Cortana's words like pure water slowly washes away his worries and doubts in becoming a hero.

'Thanks, Cortana. Being op still doesn't feel real to me. You make it all better by being with me as it's reminder.' Peter's last words that resemble honey melts Cortana's not-so-AI heart anymore into puddles.

'...'

I don't even know how I'm able to write this without cringing.

'Smiley, stop complaining ya fuckin' donkey.' Peter angrily looks at the window.

Hey, I'm only describing everything that's happening, okay?! I'm still practicing how I should write sappy stuff.

'Dude, my AI can't even reply to you, but she knows that I'm using Author's Authority like a sixth sense.'

Yeah, it's weird talking to someone else's love interest, I have morals and a girlfriend, man, that's why I don't talk to her, you literally made her just to have someone to talk.

'Dude, stop with the talking in the first person. I can't form facial expressions!' Peter who is now angry with red glowing eyes shouted at me, damn my 💔.

Fine.

Sigh 'Sorry, man. Just don't be doing it too much, the reader's might hate you for it. I could still remember the time hated on this story just for that.' Peter slowly chides me, and I smile at him.

Sheesh, this guy. What a two-faced cinnamon roll. I also don't know how to world build time-skip combo, so forgive me.

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As the Author began to quiet down in Peter's head, he began to design a suit on his notebook/drawing pad with pages full of different design ideas that would embody what he'll be showcasing as a hero. Because projecting an image that what you want people to see is part of Heroing101.

With every stroke and iteration of the previous red and blue suit, Peter decides to go with an all-black suit. Since he doesn't want to be seen nor heard, and just up and goes straight to business.

The suit is made of uru-fabric enhanced by using unstable molecular particle suit generation technique by future Reid. 'Seriously, having every power imaginable and unimaginable, gets everything on 'Peaceful Mode' difficulty.

The suit being pure black only accentuate the white eyes being covered by a hoodie, as it's cape draped behind it's back.

'Damn, I'm so edgy.' Peter can't help but call himself out on it.

"Get ready, New York. Because I'm Spider-Man. And I will hunt the criminals down for fun." Peter cackles in glee his voice reverberating verbatim in the dimensional space.

'Is it hero time, Peter?' was what Cortana asked him.

"Not yet, I still have to practice and develop my spider-powers. I don't understand the difference of control between a street-level Spider-Man from a boundless-level Spider-God.' Peter's reply stems from the fact he only wants to create skills based on his powers.

"I still have to combine rasengan and kamehameha, ya know?"