Chapter 3

Looking out of the window of his school bus as the background muttering went on, Peter couldn't help but reminisce back to where it all started.

It was a long while, he didn't remember the exact date as such but he had felt it all, the pain of losing his pseudo parents in a freak accident and nearly a month later when he migrated into this body the pain of losing Uncle Ben.

They both were retiring from one of the Science Exhibitions that Peter had annoyed Uncle Ben and Aunt May to take him, Uncle Ben did take him and the Day was quite an enjoyable one even, it was during the night walking down the footpath towards their apartment when some drunk girl out of nowhere just hit them both with her brand new Birthday Ferrari. Uncle Ben must've sensed something glaringly wrong when the Headlights flashed on them and he was quick to take action.

Peter was not hit that hard as Uncle Ben took the blunt trauma of the speeding Car upon himself while half-successfully pushing Peter to the side which reducked the damage, but Peter being Nine at the time of the accident was weak, pathetic and powerless was taught another harsh lesson, just after a month of his Parent's Death, Uncle Ben left him.

Uncle Ben's death was swift, painless, not knowing what happened except for some seconds before he glanced in the direction of Peter.

They were both thrown very close to each other, he remembered trying to get up, before crumbling back down. Peter in his last moments recalled the images, voices, of that tragic incident as Uncle Ben smiled at him from where he was thrown in a garbage bin, seeing him safe before giving in.

In the heat of the moment, it never occurred to him that he too was injured on the head and was quickly losing blood from his fractured right hand. He too was quick to lose consciousness. He was brought to the nearest Hospital which was Metro-General.

The operation didn't last long, but clearly something else was at play because then he entered into this new Body, it was weird, him, they?, both in the same body, broken with cracks, losing someone, coming together to form the new Him.

That was the first, when he opened his eyes in a white hospital ICU room. Feeling pain unimaginable, not on the physical side but more like he had just lost someone, something important to him. But who was this kind faced mid-thirties guy that kept appearing in front of his conscience. Then the overload of the influx happened and he was knocked out again.

He awoke as Peter Parker with someone holding his plastered hand,he directed his gaze towards the astonishingly beautiful sleeping brunette in a chair and a name with voices and memories surfaced in his brain.

Aunt May, His Aunt May. And Uncle Ben just died.

A person he never met but remembered through his words, memories, morals, codes, ethics. A remarkable character, Uncle Ben was not a person who stood by and let things happen when doing otherwise was the right thing to do. And he had imparted this knowledge onto Peter again and again, many instances this was the exact teaching that got him into trouble with Flash and his merry go band of bullies.

He lost a lot of the old Peter in the new him and his old traits dominated a lot in the weak Peter. The strong mind of Peter thrived, while the tactical thinking of his old survived. His old memories persisted. A Boy who admired SPIDER-MAN beyond the normalities so much so that he had read every single comic, theory, crossover, animated series, timelines and variations such as Spider-Hulk, Symbiote Spider, Cosmic Spiderman, Ghost-Spider, etc. His kids, love interests, his wives, friends, jokes. The different story arcs and so much more. Maybe that was the reason why he was born as Spider-Man, The Peter Parker, because he was an ideal role model of his in his previous life and not just any other normie characters like Iron Man, Captain America and such.

There was just something, or specifically everything for him to see a nerd, shy, glasses wearing guy becoming an enormously powerful, confident dude behind a mask and taking on countless Villains. It was a lot like Superman in that regard. He had the power but he knew the consequences better.

Knowing that you can do anything to the person ahead of you, who is trying to bully you was quite amusing.

But it made him, the new him, fear, could he ever live up to someone so great that even in his last few moments that phenomenal person prayed for his Aunt May to be safe and Happy, Could he? Could he ever become someone who cared more about the weak who would continuously stab him when things didn't go their way but would also beg him when they were in need and things still didn't go their way?

He didn't think so to be honest. It was tough and challenging to become Peter, but he had adapted, strived even to become better. And there were necessary tools and knowledge already at the access of his forefront consciousness.

In the Comics Peter in his High School had the same IQ to that of Reed Richards when he was in his Highschool days. This showed the raw potential this Kid had in him from way before his origin story. The only reason he was unable to tap in to that vastness was circumstances, poverty and the most important of them being fucked by Plots, because writers demanded it.

He experienced it all. The merging of ideas, compiling of emotions, drawing conclusion of the dominant Peter Persona, the fading of old recessive Peter and the new emerging whatever amalgamation that was born.

Him.

The lifestory of every comic, MCU, Fox studios Peter Parker was fucked from all angles, Uncle Ben, Aunt May, Gwen, Harry, Dr Osborn, His professor Curt Connors, Dr Octopus, and the list went on. People who he was close to in the end somehow became villains or got hurt and died.

He had lost Uncle Ben before he had even arrived in this body and he had no plans to repeat the past. He was going to do his utmost best to not let anything happen to those he cared about and he was going to make plans upon plans that no such unthinkable outcome ever comes to fruition.