Note: 1 Chapter per two or three days and 1 extra chapter per 35 and 60 power stones.
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— 5 years later —
Five years had passed since Peter Parker’s powers first awakened.
Five years since the day an ordinary child accidentally burned apart his backyard with heat vision.
Five years since the world quietly began changing around a boy who was slowly becoming something impossible.
And now…
Peter Parker was thirteen years old.
The year was 2003.
The world still remained mostly normal.
There were no Avengers yet.
No famous superhero teams protecting Earth.
No public age of heroes.
Mutants and Inhumans exists but X-Men haven’t formed yet and Inhumans are on the moon hidden from the observers.
To ordinary people, superhumans only existed inside comic books, cartoons, conspiracy theories, and science fiction movies.
Yet sitting inside an old moving car on a quiet summer afternoon…
Was a thirteen-year-old boy who could probably lift a building.
Peter leaned against the car window silently while watching the passing scenery outside.
Bright sunlight illuminated the roads while trees moved past in a blur.
The summer heat filled the air pleasantly while old music quietly played from the car radio.
It should have been peaceful.
A relaxing family trip.
A normal vacation day.
But tension quietly filled the atmosphere inside the car.
Because Peter and Uncle Ben had been arguing for nearly twenty minutes.
Aunt May sat quietly in the passenger seat while occasionally glancing toward both of them nervously.
Meanwhile, Uncle Ben kept his eyes on the road while driving calmly.
But Peter could tell he was serious.
Very serious.
Ben finally broke the silence first.
“Peter.”
Peter looked away from the window slightly.
“What?”
Ben sighed softly before asking:
“Why did you beat up that kid?”
Peter’s expression changed immediately.
“It wasn’t like that.”
Ben kept driving quietly.
“Then explain it to me.”
Peter crossed his arms tightly.
“He was bullying smaller kids.”
Memories from earlier that week flashed through his mind instantly.
A group of younger students cornered near the basketball court.
One older teenager shoving them around.
Taking their money.
Threatening them.
And everyone else simply watching.
Peter’s jaw tightened slightly.
“I told him to stop.”
Ben listened quietly.
“But he didn’t listen.”
Peter’s voice slowly became more emotional.
“He kept hurting them.”
Aunt May glanced back slightly.
She could already tell where this conversation was heading.
Peter looked frustrated now.
“What was I supposed to do?
Just stand there?”
Ben answered calmly.
“You nearly broke his arm.”
Peter immediately looked defensive.
“I held back!”
That statement alone sounded terrifying.
Because both Ben and May knew it was true.
Peter had held back.
If he hadn’t…
The other boy would’ve ended up in a hospital.
Or worse.
Peter looked away again angrily.
“I just wanted to help.”
Ben’s expression softened slightly hearing that.
Because that was the problem.
Peter always wanted to help.
Always.
Ever since he was little.
Whenever someone cried, Peter tried helping.
Whenever someone got hurt, Peter stepped in.
Whenever people suffered…
Peter couldn’t ignore it.
And now that he possessed powers beyond human understanding?
That urge had only become stronger.
Peter suddenly raised his voice emotionally.
“What’s the point of having these powers if I can’t help people?!”
The car became quiet immediately afterward.
Even the music from the radio suddenly felt distant.
Ben tightened his hands slightly on the steering wheel.
Meanwhile, Peter breathed heavily while staring out the window.
Frustration filled his chest.
For years, he trained constantly.
Controlled himself constantly.
Restricted himself constantly.
While every year his powers continued growing stronger.
At thirteen years old, Peter could already:
hear conversations from streets away, outrun speeding cars, survive injuries that should kill normal people, lift impossible weights, use heat vision, freeze breath, and fly short distances secretly when nobody watched.
And despite all that…
He still wasn’t allowed to truly help people openly.
Sometimes it drove him insane.
Ben finally spoke calmly again.
“Peter.”
Peter didn’t answer.
Ben continued anyway.
“I know why you did it.”
Peter stayed silent.
“And I know you wanted to protect those kids.”
Aunt May quietly nodded slightly.
Neither of them doubted Peter’s intentions.
Not even for a second.
Because Peter Parker genuinely possessed one of the kindest hearts they had ever seen.
But kindness alone wasn’t enough.
Not with power like his.
Ben carefully continued speaking.
“But this still isn’t your time.”
Peter immediately looked back angrily.
“What does that even mean?!”
Ben finally glanced toward him briefly before returning his eyes to the road.
“It means you’re still young.”
Peter scoffed.
“I’m thirteen, not five.”
“Exactly,” Ben replied instantly.
“You’re thirteen.”
Peter frowned deeply.
Ben’s voice remained calm.
“You think controlling your powers means you’re ready.”
Peter answered immediately.
“My powers ARE under control.”
His voice carried confidence now.
Real confidence.
And honestly…
He wasn’t wrong.
Years of constant training had transformed Peter’s control to an unbelievable level.
At this point, he could hold fragile glass without cracking it.
Walk normally without damaging the ground.
Control his heat vision precisely.
Even his hearing and senses no longer overwhelmed him constantly.
Compared to childhood…
His control had improved tremendously.
Peter looked directly at Ben.
“I haven’t broken anything accidentally in two years.”
Aunt May quietly muttered under her breath:
“Mostly.”
Peter ignored that completely.
“My strength is perfectly controlled now.”
Ben finally sighed deeply.
“Peter.”
Then he placed one hand gently onto Peter’s shoulder for a brief moment.
“That’s not what I mean.”
Peter’s frustration paused slightly.
Ben’s expression became serious.
“Control isn’t just about your powers.”
Peter stayed quiet.
Ben continued calmly.
“It’s about controlling yourself.”
Those words immediately changed the atmosphere inside the car.
Peter slowly frowned.
Ben kept speaking carefully.
“You think being strong means you’re ready to save people.”
Peter opened his mouth slightly—
But Ben interrupted softly.
“No.
Listen first.”
Peter reluctantly stayed quiet.
Ben’s voice became quieter now.
“You’re still emotional.”
Peter looked offended immediately.
“I’m not emotional.”
Aunt May and Ben both looked at him silently.
Peter crossed his arms.
“…Okay maybe a little.”
Ben almost smiled.
Almost.
But his expression quickly turned serious again.
“Peter, the world isn’t simple.”
The passing sunlight reflected across Ben’s tired eyes.
“There are bad people out there.”
Peter nodded instantly.
“Exactly.”
“But there are also consequences.”
Peter frowned again.
Ben continued:
“You stopped that bully because you were angry.”
Peter immediately argued back.
“I was protecting those kids!”
“Yes,” Ben agreed instantly.
“You were.”
Peter blinked slightly.
Ben nodded calmly.
“And if you lose control during moments like that?”
Silence.
Peter’s expression slowly changed.
Because deep down…
He understood what Ben meant.
If normal people got angry during fights?
People got bruised.
But if Peter lost control during anger?
People could die.
Ben’s voice softened slightly.
“You aren’t dangerous because you’re cruel.”
Peter lowered his eyes slightly.
“You’re dangerous because you’re powerful.”
The words hit Peter harder than he expected.
Because that was the truth he hated most.
Not matter how kind he was…
One mistake from him carried consequences no normal human could imagine.
Ben looked ahead quietly while driving.
“You have powers straight out of a Superman comic.”
Peter looked away again.
“And unlike Superman?”
Ben sighed softly.
“We don’t know if you even have limits.”
That part honestly terrified all of them sometimes.
Peter had never truly been injured seriously before.
His strength still continued increasing.
And every year brought new abilities.
No weakness.
No explanation.
No stopping point.
Aunt May finally spoke gently from the front seat.
“Peter.”
Peter looked toward her quietly.
She smiled sadly.
“We’re not trying to stop you from helping people forever.”
Peter stayed silent.
“We’re trying to protect you too.”
That made Peter pause slightly.
Because honestly…
He rarely thought about himself.
Most of his fears involved hurting others.
But Ben and May feared something else.
The world.
What would happen if humanity discovered a thirteen-year-old boy with godlike powers?
Governments.
Scientists.
The military.
Fear.
Obsession.
People would never leave Peter alone again.
Ben spoke again quietly.
“The world isn’t ready for you yet.”
Peter stared silently out the car window afterward.
The scenery outside continued passing peacefully.
Trees.
Roads.
Blue sky.
Ordinary things.
Things Peter increasingly felt disconnected from.
Because deep down…
He knew Ben was right.
He wasn’t normal anymore.
Maybe he never would be again.
Because every day, he heard people suffering.
Every day, he saw unfairness.
And every day…
He knew he possessed the power to stop it.
Peter slowly clenched his fists.
Then quietly muttered:
“…I just don’t want to stand by while people get hurt.”
Ben’s expression softened completely hearing that.
Because at his core…
That was who Peter Parker truly was.
Not a god.
Not a weapon.
Not a monster.
Just a boy who wanted to help everyone.
And honestly?
That was exactly why Ben feared for him the most.
The inside of the car became quiet after Uncle Ben’s words.
Peter stared silently out the window while countless thoughts moved through his mind.
The summer sunlight illuminated the road ahead while trees passed by peacefully around them.
It should have been a calm family trip.
But Peter’s emotions still burned from their argument.
Because deep down…
He hated feeling powerless.
Not powerless physically.
That was the problem.
Peter possessed more power than almost anyone on Earth.
But emotionally?
Morally?
He constantly felt chained down.
Every day he heard people suffering.
Every day he saw injustice.
And every day he was told to wait.
To hide.
To stay quiet.
Peter clenched his fists slightly.
He understood why Ben and May worried.
He truly did.
But sometimes…
It hurt.
Because what was the point of all his power if innocent people still got hurt around him?
Before Ben could continue the conversation—
SCREEECH!!
The car suddenly stopped violently.
Aunt May gasped slightly as Ben instantly hit the brakes.
Peter’s enhanced senses reacted immediately.
Two heartbeats approaching rapidly.
Heavy breathing.
Fast footsteps.
Fear.
Adrenaline.
Peter’s eyes narrowed instantly.
Then two men suddenly rushed out onto the road directly in front of the car.
Both wore masks covering parts of their faces.
One of them held a gun tightly in his trembling hand.
Peter’s entire body immediately tensed.
The armed man pointed the gun directly toward the car.
“Everybody out!” he shouted aggressively.
The second robber kept looking around nervously.
“Hurry up!”
Peter instantly moved slightly forward in his seat instinctively.
His senses sharpened immediately.
He could stop this.
Easily.
Before either robber could even blink, Peter could:
disarm them, destroy the gun, knock them unconscious, and save everyone.
It would take less than a second.
Peter’s muscles tightened.
But suddenly—
A hand stopped him.
Ben’s hand rested firmly on Peter’s shoulder.
Peter looked toward him immediately.
Ben’s expression was calm.
Serious.
“Peter,” he said quietly.
Peter’s jaw tightened.
“They have guns.”
“I know.”
“I can stop them.”
Ben nodded slightly.
“I know that too.”
Peter looked frustrated.
“Then why—”
Ben interrupted softly.
“Because you’re not ready yet.”
Those words hit Peter like a wall.
Peter lowered his voice angrily.
“Uncle Ben, I can handle this.”
Ben kept his hand firmly on Peter’s shoulder.
“And what happens if someone sees you?”
Peter froze slightly.
Ben’s eyes remained calm.
“You know the consequences.”
Peter clenched his teeth.
Of course he knew.
If the world saw what he could really do…
Nothing would ever stay normal again.
The government.
Scientists.
Fear.
Mutants were already feared enough.
But Peter?
Peter wasn’t just another mutant.
He was something far beyond that.
Ben spoke quietly again.
“Please.”
Peter stayed silent.
Ben looked directly into his eyes.
“Not like this.”
Peter’s entire body trembled slightly with frustration.
Every instinct inside him screamed at him to move.
To protect.
To stop the danger.
But slowly…
He forced himself to remain still.
Ben nodded slightly.
Then he looked toward May and Peter both.
“Stay inside the car.”
Without waiting further, Ben slowly opened the car door and stepped outside.
Peter watched every movement carefully.
Every heartbeat.
Every breath.
The armed robber pointed the gun toward Ben immediately.
“Move away from the car!”
Ben slowly raised his hands peacefully.
“Okay, okay.”
His voice remained calm.
“Please, we’re just a family going on a picnic.”
The second robber looked increasingly nervous.
“Hurry up!”
Ben tried again carefully.
“Take the wallet if you want.
There’s no need for violence.”
The robber holding the gun trembled slightly.
Peter immediately noticed something important.
The man’s heartbeat was unstable.
Panicked.
Scared.
This wasn’t some cold-blooded killer.
This was a desperate man.
Unfortunately…
Desperate men were dangerous.
The gunman pointed the weapon closer toward Ben.
“We need the car!”
Ben stayed calm.
“Sir, please—”
But before he could continue—
Aunt May suddenly exited the car too.
“Ben—”
Peter immediately followed after her instinctively.
The moment the robbers saw more people exiting the car, the situation became even more chaotic.
The second robber suddenly hissed urgently toward his partner.
“Do it fast!”
Then his voice rose in panic.
“Police are coming!”
In the distance…
Sirens.
Peter heard them immediately.
The gunman’s breathing became more frantic.
Sweat rolled down his forehead beneath the mask.
Everything started happening too quickly.
Ben slowly moved one hand.
“Nobody needs to get hurt—”
BANG!!
The gun fired.
For one horrifying second…
Time itself seemed to freeze.
Peter’s enhanced senses captured everything in unbearable detail.
The sound of the gunshot.
The expanding smoke.
The terrified heartbeat of the robber.
Aunt May’s gasp.
The bullet tearing through the air.
And then—
Ben’s body jerking violently.
Blood spreading across his shirt.
Peter’s eyes widened completely.
Uncle Ben collapsed onto the road.
“BEN!!”
Aunt May screamed desperately before rushing toward him.
Peter’s mind went blank instantly.
“No…”
He dropped beside Ben immediately while his entire body shook violently.
Blood.
There was so much blood.
Peter’s hands trembled as he grabbed Ben carefully.
“Uncle Ben!”
Ben coughed painfully while clutching his stomach wound.
The robber holding the gun suddenly looked horrified.
“I-I didn’t mean to!”
His voice shook completely now.
The gun nearly slipped from his hands.
“It was an accident!”
The second robber grabbed him aggressively.
“Forget it!”
Police sirens grew louder.
“We need to go NOW!”
The first robber still looked frozen in panic.
“But—”
His partner yelled desperately.
“Your daughter is in the hospital!”
Those words froze Peter slightly.
The robber trembled visibly.
“We need the money!”
The second robber looked terrified.
“I need money too!”
For one brief moment…
The gunman looked toward Ben with genuine guilt.
Real guilt.
Not cruelty.
Not hatred.
Just fear.
Desperation.
And terrible panic.
Then more police sirens echoed closer.
Finally, the second robber dragged him toward the car violently.
“GO!”
The robbers quickly entered the stolen vehicle before speeding away down the road.
Peter watched them leave.
And suddenly—
Something inside him snapped.
His hearing sharpened violently.
His heartbeat thundered.
His vision glowed faintly red.
Rage exploded through his chest.
They shot Uncle Ben.
They hurt his family.
Peter slowly started standing up.
He could catch them.
In seconds.
No.
Less than seconds.
He could destroy the car effortlessly.
Stop them instantly.
His fists clenched tightly.
The road beneath his feet cracked slightly.
Heat slowly flickered behind his eyes.
But suddenly—
A weak hand grabbed his wrist.
Peter froze instantly.
Uncle Ben.
Ben looked pale already.
Pain filled his face.
Yet despite everything…
He still looked toward Peter first.
Not himself.
Peter immediately knelt back down.
“Uncle Ben—”
Ben weakly tightened his grip slightly.
“Peter…”
His voice sounded weak.
But calm.
Peter’s eyes filled with tears.
“I can catch them!”
Ben slowly shook his head.
“No…”
Peter’s voice cracked emotionally.
“They hurt you!”
Ben looked directly into his eyes.
“Calm down.”
Peter trembled violently.
“No!”
His voice nearly broke.
“I can save you!
I can stop them!
I can—”
“Peter.”
Ben’s voice became firmer somehow despite the pain.
Immediately, Peter fell silent.
Ben slowly breathed painfully.
Then quietly said:
“You are not ready yet.”
Tears rolled down Peter’s face instantly.
“Please…”
Ben weakly squeezed Peter’s hand again.
“Don’t lose yourself…
for me.”
Those words shattered Peter completely.
Because Peter understood exactly what Ben meant.
Right now, Peter wasn’t thinking clearly.
Right now, he wanted revenge.
And with power like his…
Revenge could become terrifying.
Ben coughed painfully again.
Peter immediately supported him carefully.
Aunt May cried beside them desperately while sirens finally approached closer in the distance.
Meanwhile, Peter stared down at Uncle Ben helplessly.
For the first time in years…
Peter Parker truly hated his own power.
Because despite everything he could do…
Despite all his impossible abilities…
He still couldn’t stop the people he loved from getting hurt.
Without wasting even a single second, Peter immediately stood up.
“No—”
His voice shook violently.
“No, no, no…”
Carefully, desperately, Peter slid one arm beneath Uncle Ben’s back and the other beneath his legs before lifting him into his arms with impossible gentleness.
Even in panic…
Even in absolute emotional chaos…
Peter still controlled his strength perfectly.
Because the last thing he ever wanted was hurting Uncle Ben further.
Peter’s breathing had become uneven now.
Fast.
Desperate.
Terrified.
Blood continued staining Ben’s clothes while Aunt May cried beside them helplessly.
Police sirens echoed faintly in the distance.
But Peter barely heard them anymore.
All he could focus on was Uncle Ben.
“Uncle Ben,” Peter said quickly, his voice breaking apart, “I’m taking you to the hospital.”
His eyes had already started glowing faintly red from emotional stress.
Peter forced himself to calm down desperately.
“No, no, you’re going to be okay.”
His voice became more panicked.
“I can get there fast.”
Fast?
Peter could reach a hospital in seconds.
Faster than cars.
Faster than anything human.
He could save him.
He had to save him.
Peter tightened his grip carefully while preparing to move.
“I won’t let you go,” he whispered emotionally.
Meanwhile, Ben looked up weakly toward Peter’s face.
Toward the terrified boy desperately trying to save him.
And slowly…
Ben understood.
Peter was moments away from breaking emotionally.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
And if Peter lost himself now…
If rage consumed him now…
Then the world would someday fear what Peter Parker could become.
Ben weakly lifted one shaking hand toward Peter’s arm.
“Peter…”
Peter immediately looked down.
“We need to go now.”
Ben coughed painfully.
Blood touched his lips slightly.
Peter’s heart nearly shattered seeing it.
“No…” he whispered.
Ben’s voice had become weak now.
Very weak.
“Peter…”
Peter shook his head desperately.
“Don’t talk.”
But Ben continued anyway.
“I know…”
His breathing became uneven.
“…this is my time.”
Peter immediately yelled emotionally.
“No!”
Tears rolled down his face openly now.
“You’ll survive!”
Ben smiled weakly.
Sadly.
Like a man already understanding the end had come.
“My vision…”
He blinked slowly.
“…is getting blurry.”
Peter’s entire body trembled.
“No…”
Aunt May cried harder beside them while holding Ben’s arm desperately.
Ben looked toward Peter again carefully.
And despite the pain…
Despite dying…
His eyes still carried warmth.
Pride.
Love.
Because no matter what powers Peter possessed…
Ben still only saw his nephew.
The little boy he helped raise.
Peter shook his head repeatedly.
“I can save you.”
His voice cracked completely now.
“I can fly you there!
I can move faster than—”
“Peter.”
Ben’s voice became slightly firmer somehow.
Immediately, Peter stopped speaking.
Ben slowly breathed again.
Painfully.
Then he looked directly into Peter’s eyes.
“No.”
Peter’s lips trembled.
Ben weakly tightened his grip on Peter’s sleeve.
“Listen to me.”
Peter stared at him helplessly.
Tears continued falling uncontrollably now.
Because deep down…
Some part of him already knew.
Ben wasn’t going to survive.
And for the first time since gaining his powers…
Peter felt truly powerless.
Because no amount of strength could stop death itself.
Ben spoke slowly between breaths.
“Remember…”
Peter leaned closer desperately.
Ben’s voice became faint.
“…what I told you.”
Peter’s eyes widened slightly.
Ben looked at him one final time.
And softly whispered the words that would forever change Peter Parker’s life.
“With great power…”
His breathing shook.
“…comes great responsibility.”
Peter completely broke emotionally hearing those words again.
Because now…
Now he finally understood what Ben truly meant.
Power wasn’t about strength.
It wasn’t about winning fights.
It wasn’t about proving himself.
It was about responsibility.
About protecting others without losing yourself.
About remaining human no matter how powerful you became.
Ben weakly continued.
“So don’t…”
His voice nearly disappeared.
“…lose yourself.”
Peter held him tighter carefully.
“Please stop talking.”
But Ben smiled weakly again.
A proud smile.
A loving smile.
Then he whispered one final thing.
“Never…
ever…”
Slowly…
Ben’s hand slipped from Peter’s arm.
Then fell lifelessly toward the ground.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Peter froze.
His breathing stopped completely for one horrifying second.
“…Uncle Ben?”
No response.
Peter’s eyes widened further.
“No…”
Aunt May immediately broke down crying beside them.
“BEN!!”
But Peter couldn’t move.
Couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe properly.
His enhanced hearing suddenly became unbearable.
He could hear:
distant traffic, wind, crying, heartbeats, everything.
Everything except Uncle Ben’s heartbeat.
Because it was gone.
Peter stared blankly downward at Ben’s motionless face.
Then slowly…
Reality finally hit him.
Uncle Ben was dead.
The man who raised him.
Protected him.
Guided him.
Believed in him.
Gone.
And Peter couldn’t save him.
Despite all his powers…
Despite everything he could do…
He still failed.
Peter’s entire body started shaking violently.
Not from fear.
From grief.
From rage.
From guilt.
The ground beneath his feet slowly cracked under the pressure of his uncontrolled strength.
Tiny fractures spread across the road.
The air around Peter trembled slightly.
His eyes glowed brighter red.
Heat vision flickered dangerously.
Every emotion inside him screamed for revenge.
Find them.
Stop them.
Destroy them.
They took Uncle Ben away.
They deserved punishment.
Peter could still hear the robbers’ stolen car from miles away.
He could catch them instantly.
Kill them instantly.
And for one horrifying moment…
Peter genuinely wanted to.
But then…
Ben’s final words echoed inside his mind again.
“Don’t lose yourself.”
Peter’s glowing eyes trembled slightly.
His breathing became unstable.
Rage and grief battled violently inside him.
And slowly…
Very slowly…
Peter forced himself to calm down.
The cracks spreading beneath his feet stopped growing.
The glow inside his eyes slowly faded away.
His shaking fists loosened little by little.
By the time police sirens finally reached nearby…
Peter was already kneeling silently beside Uncle Ben again.
Holding his hand quietly.
Broken.
But calm.
Because Uncle Ben’s final lesson wasn’t about power.
It was about choosing what kind of person Peter Parker would become.
Even when his heart was breaking apart.
Chapter End.