Note: 1 Chapter per two or three days and 1 extra chapter per 35 and 60 power stones.
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Days passed soon a few days later.
Night covered New York in complete darkness while heavy rain endlessly poured from the skies.
Thunder roared across the city, shaking the windows of the small Parker house in Queens.
Inside the bedroom, Peter Parker was sitting on the bed while breathing heavily.
Sweat covered his forehead.
His small body trembled nonstop as confusion and fear filled his eyes.
Everything around him had changed.
No…
It felt like the entire world itself had suddenly become different.
He could hear the raindrops crashing onto the roof.
He could hear cars moving several streets away.
He could hear the clock ticking downstairs.
Even the heartbeat of Aunt May sounded unbelievably loud to him.
Peter clutched his head tightly and cried out,
“Make it stop… please…”
Seeing him suffer like this, Aunt May immediately hugged him tightly from the side while gently stroking his hair.
“Peter, calm down,” she whispered softly.
“Focus only on my voice.”
Ben quickly walked closer as worry filled his face.
“Kid, breathe slowly, okay?”
Peter tried following their words.
He closed his eyes tightly and slowly took a deep breath.
Then another.
And another.
Little by little, the chaotic noises around him slowly began fading into the background.
After a few moments, Peter finally opened his eyes again.
His breathing slowly stabilized.
Seeing this, Aunt May sighed in relief and gently wiped the tears from his face.
“There you go,” she said softly.
“You’re okay now.”
Peter looked around the room nervously before whispering,
“Aunt May… something is wrong with me…”
Ben and May exchanged silent glances.
They already knew.
Richard had warned them this day might come.
Peter’s powers had finally started awakening.
The serum Richard created had completely fused with Peter’s ancient Viltrumite blood and the V-virus inside his body.
Aunt May forced a gentle smile onto her face and held Peter’s hands.
“Nothing is wrong with you, sweetheart,” she said warmly.
Peter lowered his head.
“But I can hear things really far away…”
He looked terrified.
“And before… I could see through the walls…”
Silence filled the room.
Ben slowly sat beside him and spoke calmly,
“Peter… listen carefully to me.”
Peter slowly looked at him.
“You’re special.”
Peter blinked.
“Special…?”
Ben nodded.
“Your parents were special too.”
The moment his parents were mentioned, Peter’s eyes instantly became watery again.
“I miss them…”
His voice trembled.
Aunt May immediately hugged him again.
“We know, Peter,” she whispered emotionally.
“We miss them too.”
Peter clenched the blanket tightly.
“Why did they have to leave…”
Ben looked down silently.
Even now, he still could not believe Richard and Mary were gone.
Richard had been like a younger brother to him.
Mary had become family long ago.
Ben slowly took a deep breath before speaking again.
“Your parents loved you more than anything in the world.”
Peter silently listened.
“Everything they did… they did for you.”
Peter slowly remembered his father’s warm smile.
His mother’s gentle hugs.
Their laughter.
The way they always looked at him with love.
Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks once more.
Suddenly—
CRACK.
The wooden side of the bed suddenly shattered beneath Peter’s grip.
Wood pieces fell onto the floor instantly.
Silence filled the room.
Peter froze completely.
His eyes widened in horror.
“I-I didn’t mean to!”
He immediately let go and backed away in panic.
“I’m sorry!
I’m sorry!”
Seeing him panic, Aunt May quickly stood up and held his shoulders.
“Peter, calm down!”
Peter looked terrified by his own strength.
“I broke it…”
His small hands trembled nonstop.
“I didn’t even try…”
Ben slowly looked at the broken bed frame.
The wood had been crushed like paper.
His expression turned serious for a brief moment.
That level of strength…
It was impossible for a normal human.
Yet Peter was only a child.
Ben slowly stood up and walked toward him.
Then he placed both hands on Peter’s shoulders and looked directly into his eyes.
“Peter.”
Peter slowly looked at him.
“Power itself is not dangerous.”
Peter remained silent.
Ben continued calmly,
“What matters is how you use it.”
Then he gently tapped Peter’s chest.
“Your father always believed something.”
Peter listened carefully.
“With great power…”
Ben smiled softly.
“…comes great responsibility.”
Hearing his father’s words again, Peter slowly calmed down.
His breathing stabilized once more.
Aunt May sighed in relief seeing this.
Then she smiled warmly and said,
“You’re still our Peter.”
Peter looked at her quietly.
“You’re not a monster.”
His eyes slightly widened hearing those words.
Because deep down…
That was exactly what he had started fearing.
Peter slowly lowered his head.
“…Really?”
Aunt May immediately pulled him into another hug.
“Of course.”
Ben smiled gently too.
“You’re a good kid, Peter.
Never forget that.”
Peter slowly nodded.
After a while, Aunt May helped him lie back down on the bed.
She covered him with a blanket and gently kissed his forehead.
“Try to sleep now.”
Peter nodded weakly.
Before closing his eyes, he quietly whispered,
“Aunt May…”
She looked at him.
“…Mom told me to stay strong…”
May’s eyes watered hearing that.
“She was right,” she whispered softly.
Peter slowly closed his eyes.
Exhaustion quickly overtook him.
Within minutes, he fell asleep peacefully.
Aunt May slowly brushed his hair one last time before standing up quietly.
Ben and May carefully walked outside the room and gently closed the door behind them.
The moment they stepped outside—
Both their expressions changed.
Worry filled their faces.
May looked toward Ben nervously.
“The powers awakened earlier than Richard expected…”
Ben nodded slowly.
“And they’ll only continue growing stronger.”
May looked toward Peter’s room sadly.
“He’s still just a little boy…”
Ben sighed heavily.
“But Richard believed in him.”
He slowly smiled.
“And honestly…”
Ben looked toward the closed bedroom door.
“So do I.”
Outside, thunder roared loudly once more as rain continued pouring endlessly across Queens.
And inside the small Parker house…
A child destined to become far greater than anyone could ever imagine peacefully slept, unaware that his life had already begun changing forever.
Morning sunlight slowly entered through the windows of the Parker house, gently illuminating Peter’s bedroom.
The sound of birds chirping echoed softly outside while the cool breeze moved the curtains lightly.
Peter Parker slowly opened his eyes.
For a few moments, he simply stared silently at the ceiling.
The memories of the past few days instantly returned to him.
The funeral.
The crying.
The pain.
The feeling of emptiness after losing his parents.
Peter slowly clenched the blanket tightly.
Even now, it still felt unreal.
It felt like his parents would suddenly walk through the door again smiling warmly at him.
His mother gently patting his head.
His father laughing while calling him “champ.”
But reality was cruel.
They were gone.
And no matter how much he wanted it…
They were never coming back.
Peter slowly sat up from the bed and lowered his head.
His eyes slightly watered again, but this time, he quickly wiped the tears away.
Then he slowly remembered his mother’s final words.
“Be strong… not physically… but strong from your heart and mind.”
Peter slowly took a deep breath.
Then he remembered his father’s words too.
“With great power comes great responsibility.”
Peter slowly looked toward the photo frame beside his bed.
Inside the frame was a picture of Richard Parker, Mary Parker, and himself smiling together happily.
Seeing the picture, Peter slowly picked it up with both hands.
A small but determined smile appeared on his face.
“Mom… Dad…”
He softly muttered.
“Don’t worry.”
His grip on the frame tightened slightly.
“I won’t disappoint you.”
His blue eyes slowly became filled with determination.
“I’ll become the person both of you wanted me to be.”
He slowly placed the frame back carefully.
Then he stood up from the bed.
Even after everything that had happened…
Even after all the pain…
Peter had decided to move forward.
Not because he had forgotten his parents.
Soon, Peter changed his clothes and walked downstairs toward the dining room.
The smell of pancakes instantly spread throughout the house.
For a brief moment, Peter froze.
The smell reminded him of his mother.
A small pain struck his heart again.
But before sadness could completely take over him, Aunt May’s warm voice echoed from the kitchen.
“Peter?
You awake, sweetheart?”
Peter blinked a few times before replying,
“Yeah, Aunt May.”
Soon he entered the dining room and saw Uncle Ben already sitting at the table while reading the newspaper.
The moment Ben saw Peter awake and dressed for school, his eyes widened slightly.
Then a warm smile slowly appeared on his face.
“Well, look at that,” Ben spoke gently.
“Seems like someone’s finally ready to stand on his feet again.”
Peter gave a small smile and sat down at the table.
“Yeah…”
He lowered his head slightly.
“I think Mom and Dad wouldn’t want me to stay sad forever.”
Hearing those words, Ben’s expression softened.
He slowly folded the newspaper and placed it aside.
“You’re right, kid.”
Then he leaned forward slightly and smiled warmly.
“And honestly?
They’d be proud seeing you this strong already.”
Peter stayed silent for a moment before nodding lightly.
Soon, Aunt May walked out of the kitchen while carrying a large plate of freshly made pancakes.
Steam slowly rose from them while the sweet smell filled the room.
“There we go,” May said warmly while placing the plate on the table.
“Special pancakes for my favorite boy.”
Peter blinked.
“Favorite boy?”
Ben immediately coughed loudly.
“Ahem.”
May rolled her eyes dramatically.
“Oh please, Ben, you’re too old to compete with Peter.”
Ben placed a hand over his chest dramatically.
“That hurts, May.
Truly hurts.”
Peter couldn’t help it.
For the first time in days…
A small laugh escaped from his mouth.
Seeing him laugh again, both Ben and May silently smiled.
They had been terrified after Richard and Mary’s deaths.
For five entire days, Peter barely spoke.
Barely ate.
Barely slept.
Sometimes they even caught him crying silently alone in his room.
Seeing a child suffer like that had nearly broken both of them.
But now…
Seeing Peter smile again even slightly filled their hearts with relief.
May slowly sat beside Peter and gently placed her hand on his head.
“You know,” she said softly, “your mother used to make this exact recipe whenever you were sad.”
Peter looked at the pancakes silently.
Then he slowly smiled again.
“They smell exactly like hers…”
May’s eyes slightly watered hearing that.
But she quickly smiled again.
“Well, of course they do.
Your mother taught me herself.”
Peter slowly picked up a piece and took a bite.
The moment he tasted it, his eyes widened slightly.
“It tastes the same…”
Ben laughed warmly hearing that.
“Well, May always was talented in the kitchen.”
May proudly raised her chin.
“Obviously.”
Soon the atmosphere around the table slowly became lighter.
For the first time since the tragedy, the Parker house no longer felt completely drowned in sadness.
While eating breakfast, Peter suddenly looked toward Uncle Ben.
“Uncle Ben…”
Ben looked up.
“I’m going back to school today.”
Hearing those words, Ben slowly smiled.
“That’s good, Peter.”
Then his expression became serious but gentle.
“We were really worried about you.”
Peter lowered his head slightly.
“I know…”
Then he looked at both Ben and May seriously.
“But I’ll stay strong.”
His small hands slowly clenched into fists.
“I promised Mom.”
Silence filled the table for a few moments.
Ben slowly stood up and walked toward Peter.
Then he placed his hand on Peter’s shoulder firmly.
“You don’t need to carry everything alone, kid.”
Peter looked up at him.
“We’re family too.”
May nodded immediately.
“Exactly.”
Then she gently hugged Peter from the side.
“You’re not alone anymore.”
Peter’s eyes slightly watered hearing those words.
But this time…
They were not tears of despair.
Slowly, he nodded.
“Thank you…”
Ben smiled warmly.
“Now hurry up and finish eating before George Stacy starts honking outside again.”
Peter immediately remembered George’s habit and slightly laughed.
“Yeah…”
May giggled softly too.
“That man treats the car horn like it’s a national emergency.”
Soon all three of them quietly continued eating breakfast together.
Outside the house, sunlight brightly illuminated Queens once more.
And although pain still remained deep inside Peter’s heart…
For the first time since losing his parents…
A small spark of hope had finally begun appearing again.
Soon, evening arrived, marking the end of the school day.
Students started leaving their classrooms while chatting happily with their friends.
Peter slowly packed his books into his school bag while Gwen and Mary Jane waited for him beside the desk.
Gwen looked at Peter and asked softly, “Peter, are you feeling okay now?”
Peter looked at her and gave a small smile.
“Yeah.
I’m feeling better.”
Mary Jane looked at him with concern still visible in her eyes.
“You don’t have to force yourself to act strong all the time, you know.”
Hearing this, Peter fell silent for a moment before replying gently, “I know… but Mom and Dad wouldn’t want me to stay sad forever.”
Both girls nodded sadly.
Soon, all three of them started walking outside the classroom together.
Along the way, Peter carefully controlled his strength.
Ever since his powers awakened, even small actions had become dangerous.
Earlier that morning, he accidentally cracked a pencil just by gripping it too hard.
He still remembered Aunt May’s worried face.
“Peter, be careful,” she had said softly.
“You’re stronger than normal people now.”
Uncle Ben had also warned him.
“Power is dangerous when you lose control of your emotions, kid.”
Remembering their words, Peter took a deep breath and calmed himself.
Soon, the three reached outside the school gate where George Stacy was already waiting beside his car.
Seeing the kids arrive safely, he nodded lightly.
“Get in, kids,” George said.
All three entered the car.
During the ride home, Gwen and Mary Jane continued talking excitedly about school while Peter remained unusually quiet, staring outside the window.
George noticed this through the mirror but said nothing.
After a few minutes of driving, the car finally reached their neighborhood.
The moment Peter stepped out of the car, his senses suddenly sharpened.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
He could hear heartbeats.
Not just nearby.
Far away.
Dozens of them.
Peter immediately clutched his head slightly.
Seeing this, Gwen panicked and asked, “Peter, what happened?!”
Peter quickly forced himself to calm down and took deep breaths.
“I-I’m okay,” he said.
George Stacy narrowed his eyes seriously.
“Kid, are you sure?”
Peter nodded.
“Yeah… I just got a little dizzy.”
Even though George was not fully convinced, he still nodded.
“Take care of yourself.”
Peter smiled lightly.
“I will, Uncle George.”
Soon, George drove away with Gwen while Mary Jane waved goodbye before entering her own house.
Peter slowly walked toward his home alone.
As he stepped inside, Aunt May immediately noticed his pale face.
“Peter?” she asked worriedly.
“What happened?”
Peter looked at her and spoke honestly.
“My hearing… it became stronger again.”
Silence filled the room.
Uncle Ben slowly stood up from the couch and asked carefully, “How strong?”
Peter hesitated before replying, “I could hear people from very far away.”
Both May and Ben looked at each other with concern.
Peter slowly clenched his fist.
Deep inside, he could feel it clearly now.
His powers were growing stronger day by day.
And he still had no idea what he truly was becoming.
The cold breeze of early January drifted gently through the slightly opened window of Peter Parker’s room as the first rays of sunlight slowly illuminated the small bedroom.
Snow rested quietly on the rooftops outside, covering parts of Queens in a soft blanket of white.
The city was only beginning to wake up, yet Peter had already opened his eyes.
For a few seconds, the six-year-old simply stared at the ceiling silently.
His blue eyes reflected something unusual for a child his age.
Thoughtfulness.
Loneliness.
And hidden fear.
Half a year had passed since the death of his parents.
Half a year since everything in his life had changed forever.
Even now, Peter still sometimes woke up expecting to hear his mother’s gentle voice downstairs or his father’s footsteps entering the house after work.
But every morning, reality greeted him instead.
They were gone.
And ever since that terrible day…
strange things had started happening to him.
Peter slowly sat up on his bed and looked at his small hands carefully.
At first, he had thought he was imagining things.
The broken doorknob.
The crushed glass.
The way he accidentally bent a metal spoon without effort.
The way he could suddenly hear conversations from outside the apartment building.
The way his body felt…
different.
Stronger.
Far stronger than before.
At first, it terrified him.
Now, after months of practice with Uncle Ben and Aunt May secretly helping him, Peter had learned to control himself little by little.
Still, every single day his strength continued to increase slowly.
It was as if something inside him was constantly growing.
Evolving.
Peter clenched his fist slightly.
Immediately, the wooden bed beneath him creaked loudly.
Peter quickly relaxed his hand.
“Still too much…” he whispered nervously.
“Control first.
Strength second.”
Those words had become something Peter repeated to himself every day.
After calming down, Peter climbed off the bed and walked toward the mirror hanging near the wall.
His messy brown hair pointed in every direction, making him look exhausted despite the early morning.
Today was important.
Today was his first day of junior school.
A small smile slowly appeared on his face.
Excitement began replacing the heaviness inside his chest.
He quickly changed his clothes before rushing downstairs.
The moment Peter reached the staircase, several sounds instantly entered his ears.
Oil sizzling inside a frying pan.
The quiet flipping of newspaper pages.
Cars moving several blocks away.
Dogs barking outside.
A couple arguing in another apartment.
Peter immediately frowned slightly.
Even now, hearing so many things at once still felt strange sometimes.
Closing his eyes briefly, Peter focused.
One sound at a time.
That was another thing Aunt May taught him.
Slowly, the overwhelming noise faded into the background until only the sounds inside the house remained.
Peter opened his eyes again before walking downstairs.
The warm smell of breakfast immediately welcomed him.
Inside the kitchen, Aunt May stood near the stove while preparing eggs and pancakes.
Steam rose into the air while sunlight from the nearby window illuminated the room warmly.
Meanwhile, Uncle Ben sat at the dining table while reading the newspaper calmly.
The peaceful atmosphere made Peter smile softly.
For the first time in months…
This place truly felt like home.
The moment Uncle Ben noticed Peter walking downstairs, a smile appeared on his tired face.
“Morning, champ.”
Peter immediately grinned brightly before suddenly running toward him at full speed.
Unfortunately…
He forgot to hold back.
The wooden floor cracked slightly beneath his feet.
Ben’s eyes widened.
“Peter—”
Realizing his mistake, Peter quickly stopped himself before crashing into the table.
The chair slid backward from the wind pressure alone.
Silence filled the room for a second.
Peter looked horrified.
“S-Sorry!”
For a moment, Ben simply stared at the small cracks on the floor before sighing helplessly.
Then he chuckled.
“You know, at this rate we’re gonna need a new house before summer.”
Peter rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.
Aunt May turned around while holding a spatula.
“Benjamin Parker, don’t encourage him.”
“I’m not encouraging him,” Ben defended himself innocently.
“I’m emotionally preparing our wallet.”
Peter laughed quietly.
Seeing him smile like that made both Ben and May relax slightly.
After Richard and Mary Parker died, Peter had become much quieter.
Some nights he cried silently thinking nobody noticed.
Other times he isolated himself completely out of fear that he might accidentally hurt someone.
Watching him slowly smile again meant everything to them.
Peter quickly sat beside Uncle Ben before speaking excitedly.
“Uncle Ben, today is my first day at junior school!”
Ben folded the newspaper before looking at him carefully.
For a second, his expression softened emotionally.
“Yeah…” he muttered quietly.
“You’re already six years old.”
Peter blinked.
Ben smiled warmly before ruffling Peter’s hair gently.
“Congratulations, kiddo.”
Peter grinned proudly.
Ben leaned back slightly while shaking his head.
“Kids nowadays really grow too fast…”
A distant look appeared in his eyes.
“It feels like yesterday you were still learning how to walk.”
Peter’s expression softened slightly.
Even though Ben tried hiding it, Peter could hear the sadness in his heartbeat.
Adults always thought children couldn’t notice such things.
But Peter noticed.
Especially now.
Ever since his powers awakened, he had become strangely sensitive to emotions.
He could hear the tiny changes in voices.
The nervousness hidden beneath smiles.
The sadness hidden behind silence.
And right now…
Uncle Ben missed his parents too.
Peter lowered his head slightly.
“I miss them,” he whispered unconsciously.
Silence filled the room instantly.
Ben froze.
Aunt May stopped cooking.
For a brief moment, nobody spoke.
Peter immediately realized what he had said and looked down guiltily.
But then…
A warm hand rested gently on his shoulder.
Peter looked up.
Ben smiled softly.
“We miss them too, Peter.”
Aunt May walked toward them carrying breakfast plates before placing them carefully on the table.
“But your parents would be proud of you.”
Peter’s eyes trembled slightly.
“They would?”
“Of course,” May said immediately.
Ben nodded.
“You’re strong.”
Peter looked down quietly.
If only they knew how true that statement actually was.
Aunt May sat beside him before speaking in a gentler tone.
“But strength isn’t what makes someone special.”
Peter looked at her attentively.
“It’s their heart.”
Ben smiled proudly at May.
“There she goes again,” he teased.
May rolled her eyes.
“Oh hush.”
Peter laughed softly again.
The heavy atmosphere slowly disappeared.
Soon all three of them began eating breakfast together peacefully.
The pancakes were warm and soft while the smell of syrup filled the room pleasantly.
For a while, everything felt normal.
Just a family eating breakfast together.
But eventually, May’s expression became serious again.
She looked directly at Peter.
“Peter.”
Peter immediately straightened.
“Yes, Aunt May?”
May exchanged a glance with Ben before speaking carefully.
“Remember what we talked about.”
Peter instantly understood.
His powers.
He nodded slowly.
“Make sure nobody finds out,” May said quietly.
“No matter what happens.”
Peter lowered his eyes slightly.
“I know.”
Ben leaned forward.
“And don’t panic if something goes wrong.”
Peter looked at him nervously.
“What if I accidentally hurt someone?”
Ben answered immediately.
“You won’t.”
The confidence in his voice surprised Peter.
Ben smiled reassuringly.
“Because you’re careful.”
May nodded.
“And because you’re a good boy.”
Peter felt warmth spread through his chest.
Sometimes the fear inside him became overwhelming.
What if he lost control one day?
What if he hurt Aunt May?
Or Uncle Ben?
Or Gwen?
Or Mary Jane?
The thought alone terrified him.
Peter quietly looked at his own hands again beneath the table.
Hands capable of crushing metal accidentally.
Hands growing stronger every week.
Sometimes…
He wondered what he truly was becoming.
May suddenly reached forward and gently held one of his hands.
Peter looked up.
Her eyes were filled with warmth.
“You’re still Peter.”
Simple words.
Yet somehow they meant everything.
Peter slowly smiled again.
Ben suddenly cleared his throat dramatically.
“Alright, enough emotional damage before school starts.”
Peter giggled.
Ben pointed a finger at him seriously.
“Now remember the important rules of school.”
Peter blinked.
“Uh…”
Ben raised one finger.
“No punching walls.”
Peter nodded obediently.
“Okay.”
Second finger.
“No lifting cars.”
Peter looked offended.
“I only did that once.”
May stared at him flatly.
“You lifted half the car, Peter.”
“It was an accident!”
Ben burst into laughter.
May sighed deeply while rubbing her forehead.
“I still can’t believe we had to explain that to the insurance company.”
Peter immediately covered his face in embarrassment.
Ben continued anyway.
“And absolutely no superspeed inside school hallways.”
Peter muttered quietly.
“…Maybe only a little.”
“Peter.”
“Okay, okay!”
All three of them laughed together.
The warmth inside the house grew stronger.
For the first time in a long while, Peter genuinely felt happy.
Outside, snow continued falling gently across Queens while New York slowly awakened for another day.
But inside the Parker house…
A little boy with impossible powers sat eating breakfast with the only family he had left.
Unaware that one day…
The world itself would know his name.
Not as a monster.
Not as a god.
But as a hero.
A hero who would carry both the kindness of Peter Parker…
And the power of something far beyond human.
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Chapter End.