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Time passed.
And before Peter truly realized it…
The day of Uncle Ben’s funeral arrived.
The sky itself seemed gray that morning.
Dark clouds covered the city while cold winds quietly drifted through the cemetery grounds.
The atmosphere felt heavy.
Painfully heavy.
Almost like the world itself understood that someone important had been lost.
Peter stood silently beside Aunt May near the front of the funeral gathering.
Wearing a black suit.
Head lowered.
Eyes tired.
Ever since Uncle Ben died…
Peter felt like something inside him had disappeared too.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
The warmth inside their home.
The comforting presence that always reassured him.
The voice that guided him whenever he felt lost.
Gone.
And the worst part?
Peter still couldn’t stop blaming himself.
Because deep down…
A painful voice constantly repeated the same thought inside his mind.
You could have stopped them.
If he had ignored Ben’s words…
If he had used his powers…
If he had acted faster…
Maybe Uncle Ben would still be alive.
That guilt slowly ate away at him every hour.
Meanwhile, more people continued arriving at the funeral.
Friends.
Neighbors.
Coworkers.
People Uncle Ben had helped over the years.
Peter quietly noticed something during the ceremony.
Almost everyone had a story about Ben.
A story about his kindness.
A story about him helping someone.
Fixing something.
Giving advice.
Supporting people during hard times.
Ben Parker wasn’t rich.
Wasn’t famous.
Wasn’t powerful.
But somehow…
He had touched countless lives anyway.
And that realization hurt Peter even more.
Because someone that good deserved better.
Aunt May stood quietly beside Peter while trying to remain strong.
But Peter could hear it.
Her heartbeat.
Unstable.
Weak.
The quiet sound of someone trying desperately not to break down.
Peter slowly clenched his fists.
He hated this feeling.
Hated being unable to fix things.
One by one, people approached May and Peter to offer condolences.
Some spoke softly.
Some cried.
Some simply placed flowers silently before leaving.
George Stacy arrived together with Gwen.
The usually energetic girl looked unusually quiet today.
Her eyes remained fixed on Peter almost the entire time.
As if she was worried he might disappear if she looked away.
Beside them stood Mary Jane and her family.
Even Mary Jane wasn’t acting energetic today.
No dramatic jokes.
No loud comments.
Only sadness.
And finally…
Felicia arrived together with her mother.
Felicia normally carried herself with playful confidence.
Always smiling.
Always teasing someone.
Always full of energy.
But today?
She looked completely different.
Quiet.
Serious.
Her green eyes immediately searched for Peter the moment she arrived.
And the instant she saw him…
Something painful tightened inside her chest.
Because Peter looked broken.
Not crying.
Not angry.
Just…
empty.
That honestly scared her more.
The funeral ceremony continued quietly afterward.
Rain slowly began falling midway through the service.
Soft rain.
Cold rain.
Peter barely noticed it.
His enhanced senses picked up every tiny detail around him automatically.
The rain hitting umbrellas.
The sound of people crying quietly.
The wind moving through trees.
Heartbeats.
Breathing.
Everything.
Yet somehow…
The world still felt numb.
The priest continued speaking respectfully about Ben’s life.
About kindness.
About family.
About love.
Peter listened silently.
Then eventually…
The coffin was lowered into the ground.
And suddenly…
Reality truly became unavoidable.
Uncle Ben was gone forever.
Peter’s breathing became uneven slightly.
For one dangerous moment, his emotions nearly slipped again.
But then…
Ben’s final words echoed inside his mind once more.
With great power comes great responsibility.
Peter slowly closed his eyes.
Responsibility.
Not revenge.
Not rage.
Responsibility.
Meanwhile, Aunt May quietly broke down beside him.
Immediately, Peter held her carefully.
And despite his own pain…
He stayed strong for her.
Because Uncle Ben would’ve wanted that.
After the funeral ended, people slowly began leaving one by one.
Still, many remained behind longer than expected.
Because almost nobody wanted to leave May and Peter alone yet.
George Stacy spoke quietly with May for some time.
Mary Jane hugged Peter tightly without saying anything.
Even Gwen, despite normally being composed, looked close to tears while speaking softly with him.
“I’m here if you need anything,” she whispered.
Peter only nodded weakly.
He appreciated it.
He truly did.
But right now…
Nothing anyone said could fill the emptiness inside him.
Then Felicia slowly approached him.
Unlike the others…
She didn’t immediately try comforting him.
She simply stood beside him quietly for several moments.
Looking at the grave together.
Finally, she spoke softly.
“You look terrible.”
Peter gave a weak humorless laugh.
“…Thanks.”
Felicia looked toward him finally.
Normally, her eyes always carried playful energy.
But today they only carried concern.
“You haven’t slept.”
It wasn’t a question.
Peter looked away silently.
Of course she noticed.
Felicia always noticed things about him others missed.
Peter quietly answered after a few seconds.
“…Every time I close my eyes, I see it again.”
The gunshot.
Ben falling.
The blood.
Felicia’s expression softened painfully.
Without saying anything, she slowly moved closer beside him until their shoulders lightly touched.
Peter didn’t move away.
And honestly…
That alone surprised her.
Because lately Peter barely let anyone near him emotionally.
But now?
He just looked exhausted.
Broken.
Felicia quietly lowered her voice.
“This wasn’t your fault.”
Peter immediately clenched his fists harder.
“Yes it was.”
His answer came instantly.
Without hesitation.
That terrified her slightly.
Because it meant Peter truly believed it.
Felicia frowned softly.
“You couldn’t have known—”
“I could’ve stopped them.”
Her words stopped immediately.
Peter’s voice became quieter now.
Painfully quiet.
“I heard them before they even reached the car.”
Felicia blinked slightly.
Peter continued staring at the grave.
“I could’ve stopped everything.”
His voice cracked slightly.
“But I listened.”
Silence.
Felicia suddenly understood something important.
Peter wasn’t only grieving.
He was drowning in guilt.
And that kind of guilt could destroy people slowly.
Felicia wanted to say something.
Anything.
But for once…
Even she didn’t know what words could help.
So instead…
She simply stayed beside him quietly.
Sometimes silence hurt less than empty comfort.
Days passed afterward.
But the heavy atmosphere inside the Parker house never disappeared.
The home itself felt quieter now.
Too quiet.
Unnaturally quiet.
No more Uncle Ben laughing while reading newspapers.
No more gardening conversations outside.
No more warm advice at the dinner table.
The absence itself became painful.
Peter stopped going to school temporarily.
Mostly because he couldn’t emotionally handle people right now.
He stayed inside his room almost constantly.
Sitting near the window.
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Remembering.
Over and over again.
His enhanced hearing only made things worse.
Even alone in his room, he constantly heard the world outside continuing normally.
Cars.
Conversations.
People laughing.
Life moving forward.
Meanwhile his own world had completely stopped.
Again and again, Ben’s final words replayed inside his mind.
You’re not ready yet.
With great power comes great responsibility.
Don’t lose yourself.
Peter slowly began understanding what Ben truly meant.
Power wasn’t dangerous because of strength alone.
Power became dangerous when emotions controlled it.
And after Ben’s death…
Peter finally understood how terrifying he could become if rage ever fully consumed him.
That realization honestly frightened him.
Meanwhile, Aunt May barely left her own room either.
The loss affected her deeply.
Sometimes Peter could hear her crying quietly at night.
But neither of them knew how to comfort the other anymore.
Both were drowning in grief themselves.
Gwen and Mary Jane visited often during that week.
Trying desperately to pull Peter out of his miserable state.
Mary Jane tried making jokes again eventually.
Gwen brought homework and books so Peter wouldn’t fall behind.
Felicia came too.
Though unlike the others…
She mostly just sat beside him quietly.
No teasing.
No playful comments.
Just silent company.
And strangely…
Peter appreciated that the most.
Because right now…
Words alone couldn’t heal what he had lost.
A week slowly passed after Uncle Ben’s funeral.
But even after several days…
The sadness inside the Parker house never truly disappeared.
The atmosphere had calmed slightly compared to before, yet the home still felt painfully incomplete.
Too quiet.
Too empty.
The warmth that Uncle Ben always brought into the house had vanished completely.
No newspapers flipping during breakfast.
No calm laughter from the living room.
No gardening tools resting outside beside him.
Every small detail inside the house constantly reminded Peter of what they had lost.
And honestly…
That hurt the most.
Late one evening, Peter quietly sat alone inside his room while staring outside the window silently.
Rain slowly fell outside across Queens while distant city lights illuminated the dark streets faintly.
Peter slowly took a deep breath.
For the past week, he had barely spoken to anyone properly.
Not Gwen.
Not Mary Jane.
Not Felicia.
Not even Aunt May sometimes.
Most of his days were spent thinking.
Remembering.
Questioning himself.
Again and again, the same thoughts continued repeating endlessly inside his mind.
I could’ve stopped them.
I should’ve ignored Uncle Ben.
If I acted faster…
Would he still be alive?
Peter clenched his fists tightly.
The guilt never stopped.
And somehow…
It only grew heavier every day.
Slowly, Peter stood up from his bed before walking downstairs quietly.
The house remained dimly lit.
As he reached the kitchen, he immediately saw Aunt May standing near the counter silently while preparing food.
The soft sound of cooking quietly filled the room.
But even that familiar atmosphere felt different now.
The playful warmth that once existed inside the Parker household had disappeared since Ben’s death.
May herself looked more tired lately.
Older somehow.
Like grief had taken away part of her strength too.
Peter quietly stood there for several moments before finally speaking softly.
“…Aunt May?”
May immediately looked toward him.
The moment she saw Peter standing there, her expression softened gently.
“What happened, Peter?” she asked quietly.
Peter hesitated slightly.
Then slowly walked closer.
“Can I ask you something?”
May nodded softly.
“Of course.”
Peter looked downward for a few moments silently.
Clearly struggling with his thoughts.
Then finally…
He spoke.
“I think…” he muttered quietly, “…I should’ve stopped them.”
The kitchen became silent again.
Rain continued falling outside softly.
Peter clenched his hands tighter.
“Every time I think about that day…”
His voice grew heavier.
“…I keep hearing Uncle Ben’s words in my head.”
You’re not ready yet.
With great power comes great responsibility.
Don’t lose yourself.
Peter slowly looked toward May.
His eyes carried confusion.
Pain.
And helplessness.
“What should I do now?”
Those words hurt May deeply.
Because despite everything Peter could do…
Despite all his impossible powers…
Right now he was still just a grieving thirteen-year-old boy searching for guidance.
May slowly walked toward him carefully.
Then gently placed one hand onto his shoulder.
Peter looked up slightly.
May gave him a small soft smile.
Not a happy smile.
A comforting one.
“Peter…”
Her voice remained calm and gentle.
“Wait.”
Peter frowned slightly.
May continued softly.
“When the right time comes…”
She lightly touched his shoulder again.
“…you’ll know what to do on your own.”
Peter stayed silent while listening carefully.
May slowly sighed.
“Until then…”
Her eyes softened sadly.
“…control yourself.”
Peter lowered his head slightly.
May carefully continued.
“Think about what your parents wanted for you.”
Peter’s expression shifted slightly.
“Think about what Uncle Ben wanted for you.”
Peter’s fists slowly loosened.
“And think about what they expected from you.”
The kitchen remained completely silent except for the rain outside.
Then May gently lifted Peter’s chin slightly so he would look at her.
“Don’t let your emotions control you.”
Peter stared quietly into her tired eyes.
May smiled faintly.
“Calm your heart.”
Her voice became softer now.
“When the time truly comes…”
For a brief moment, Peter almost saw the same wisdom Ben used to carry inside her eyes.
Then May finished quietly:
“…you’ll rise on your own.”
Silence filled the room afterward.
Peter slowly absorbed her words quietly.
Rise on your own.
Those words strangely stayed inside his mind.
Because deep down…
Peter already understood something important.
Uncle Ben never wanted him to become a weapon.
He wanted Peter to become a good man.
No matter how powerful he became.
Suddenly, May seemed to remember something.
Her expression changed slightly.
Then quietly…
She reached into her pocket.
Peter looked confused.
May slowly pulled out an old silver watch carefully.
The object looked old.
But incredibly well-preserved.
Peter blinked slightly.
“…A watch?”
May nodded gently.
Then carefully placed it into Peter’s hands.
The moment Peter touched it…
Something strange happened.
A faint warmth spread across the metal briefly.
Peter immediately noticed it.
So did May.
Peter looked down at the watch carefully.
It looked far more advanced than normal watches somehow.
The design itself seemed unusual.
Almost…
futuristic.
Peter looked toward May again.
“What is this?”
May stayed quiet for a few moments.
Almost like she was deciding something important.
Then finally…
She spoke softly.
“This belonged to your mother.”
Peter froze instantly.
His grip on the watch tightened slightly.
“My mom’s…?”
May nodded.
“Before your parents left…”
Her expression became emotional.
“…your mother gave this to Ben.”
Peter listened silently.
May continued:
“She told him to give it to you when you were older.”
Peter stared down at the watch again.
A strange feeling slowly appeared inside his chest.
Because this wasn’t just an ordinary object.
It was one of the last things connected to his parents.
Parents he barely even remembered clearly anymore.
Peter quietly asked:
“Why didn’t you give it to me before?”
May hesitated slightly.
Then answered honestly.
“Because Ben and I didn’t think you were ready yet.”
Peter slowly looked back toward her.
May sighed softly.
“But after everything that’s happened…”
Her eyes became serious now.
“…I think it’s finally time.”
Peter felt confused now.
Time for what?
Then suddenly…
May said something that completely froze him.
“This watch will lead you to your mother’s spaceship.”
Complete silence.
Peter stared at her blankly.
“…What?”
May’s expression remained serious.
Peter looked down at the watch again slowly.
Then back toward May.
His heart started beating faster.
“Spaceship…?”
The rain outside continued falling quietly.
Meanwhile, Peter’s entire world suddenly felt like it had shifted again.
Because after years of mysteries…
Years of powers…
Years of questions…
He was finally about to learn the truth about where he really came from.
Looking at Peter’s confused expression, Aunt May slowly took a deep breath.
For a few moments…
She stayed silent.
Almost like she was remembering something painful.
Then finally, she looked directly into Peter’s eyes and spoke softly.
“Yes, Peter.”
Peter’s grip on the silver watch tightened slightly.
May’s expression became serious now.
“Your mother…”
She hesitated briefly.
“…wasn’t originally from Earth.”
Silence instantly filled the kitchen.
Peter froze completely.
“…What?”
Rain continued falling quietly outside the windows while the dim kitchen lights reflected faintly across the strange silver watch in Peter’s hand.
May slowly nodded.
“Your mother came from space.”
Peter stared at her blankly.
His brain almost stopped functioning for a second.
Space?
His mother?
Peter opened his mouth slightly.
“I-I don’t understand.”
May sighed softly.
“Honestly, Ben and I never fully understood it either.”
Peter’s confusion only deepened.
May carefully continued speaking.
“Years ago, your father met your mother during one of his scientific projects.”
Peter listened silently.
“At first, your father thought she was just…
different.”
A faint emotional smile appeared on May’s face.
“But eventually she told him the truth.”
Peter slowly looked down at the watch again.
Meanwhile, May’s expression turned more serious.
“She wasn’t born on Earth, Peter.”
The kitchen suddenly felt colder somehow.
Peter’s heart started beating faster.
“Then where did she come from?”
May slowly shook her head.
“I won’t tell you.”
Peter blinked in surprise.
“What?”
May gently placed her hand over Peter’s.
“Because this is something you need to discover yourself.”
Peter frowned slightly.
“But why?”
May looked toward the watch.
“Because your mother believed one day you would find the answers on your own.”
Silence filled the room again.
Peter’s emotions became complicated now.
Shock.
Confusion.
Curiosity.
Fear.
All mixing together.
For years, Peter already felt different from everyone else.
Now?
He was discovering there might actually be a reason why.
May softly pointed toward the watch in his hand.
“Everything starts with that.”
Peter slowly looked back down at it again.
The strange silver device looked ordinary at first glance.
Yet now…
It suddenly felt much more important.
Much more mysterious.
Peter quietly asked:
“So this thing really belonged to my mother?”
May nodded gently.
“She treasured it.”
Peter slowly rubbed his thumb across the smooth metal surface.
A strange warmth spread through the watch again briefly.
Peter immediately noticed it.
And this time…
The watch reacted.
Faint blue lights suddenly illuminated across its surface.
Peter’s eyes widened slightly.
May stepped back quietly.
“It looks like it recognized you.”
Peter stared silently at the glowing device.
Then slowly…
The watch activated completely.
Tiny mechanical sounds echoed softly from inside it.
Several blue holographic lines projected outward into the air.
Peter immediately stepped back slightly in surprise.
Then suddenly—
A holographic female face appeared above the watch.
A fully artificial woman made from glowing blue light looked directly at Peter calmly.
Peter froze.
“…What the hell?”
The hologram smiled politely.
“Greetings, sir.”
Her voice sounded calm and mechanical.
Peter blinked several times rapidly.
Meanwhile, Aunt May didn’t even look surprised anymore.
The holographic woman continued speaking.
“I am your personal artificial intelligence assistant.”
Peter stared blankly.
The AI slightly bowed her head respectfully.
“I was created by your mother in order to assist you when the appropriate time arrived.”
Peter slowly looked toward May.
May quietly nodded.
“It’s real.”
Peter looked back toward the hologram again.
The AI spoke warmly.
“It appears you have finally inherited the watch.”
Peter still looked completely stunned.
Because right now…
It genuinely felt like he had suddenly entered one of those science fiction comics Ben used to buy for him.
The AI calmly continued.
“Your biological profile has been successfully verified.”
Peter immediately frowned.
“Biological profile?”
“Confirmed.”
Several glowing lines of alien-looking text briefly appeared around the hologram.
Peter couldn’t understand any of it.
Then suddenly…
The holographic face disappeared.
Instead, a large glowing map projected outward from the watch directly into the air.
Peter’s eyes widened again.
The map slowly rotated before focusing onto a location somewhere deep inside the ocean.
Coordinates appeared rapidly.
Large sections of water illuminated brightly.
Peter stared at the map carefully.
“…The ocean?”
The AI voice echoed from the watch again.
“This map will guide you toward your mother’s spacecraft.”
Peter froze completely.
“…Spaceship.”
“Correct.”
Peter stared silently at the glowing ocean coordinates.
His mind struggled processing everything happening right now.
A spaceship.
His mother was an alien.
A futuristic AI.
None of this felt real.
And yet…
At the same time…
Something deep inside Peter strangely wasn’t surprised anymore.
Because for years, his powers already made him feel disconnected from humanity somehow.
Maybe this was why.
Maybe this was where everything started.
The AI continued calmly.
“The spacecraft currently remains hidden beneath the Atlantic Ocean.”
Peter slowly blinked.
Hidden.
For all these years.
The AI spoke again.
“Your mother left numerous records for you inside the vessel.”
Peter’s heartbeat quickened slightly.
Records.
Answers.
The truth.
Questions Peter unknowingly carried his entire life might finally be answered.
Peter quietly asked:
“…Why didn’t anyone tell me sooner?”
The AI immediately answered.
“Your mother instructed that information regarding your heritage remain sealed until emotional and biological maturity conditions were fulfilled.”
Peter frowned slightly.
“Emotional maturity?”
The AI paused briefly.
Then answered:
“Your mother believed power without emotional understanding would endanger both yourself and others.”
Those words immediately reminded Peter of Uncle Ben.
With great power comes great responsibility.
Peter slowly lowered his eyes slightly.
Even now…
It felt like everything somehow connected together.
The AI continued:
“Current emotional development parameters have now met activation requirements.”
Peter sighed softly.
“So basically…”
He rubbed his forehead weakly.
“…Mom thought I wasn’t mature enough before.”
“Correct.”
Peter deadpanned slightly.
“…Wow.”
For the first time in over a week…
A tiny smile almost appeared on Aunt May’s face.
Almost.
Peter looked back toward the glowing map silently.
The ocean coordinates continued blinking steadily.
Waiting.
Calling him forward.
And slowly…
For the first time since Uncle Ben’s death…
Something inside Peter shifted slightly.
Not happiness.
Not peace.
Purpose.
Because now…
He finally had somewhere to go.
Somewhere he might finally discover:
who he truly was, where his powers came from, and what kind of future awaited him.
Peter slowly closed the watch carefully.
Then looked toward Aunt May again.
“…I think I need to see it.”
May quietly nodded.
“I know.”
Peter looked down at the watch once more.
Meanwhile outside…
The rain slowly began stopping.
Chapter End.