Note: 1 Chapter per two or three days and 1 extra chapter per 50 power stones.
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Time passed quietly inside the Fortress.
The countless revelations Peter had learned today continued to echo through his mind like an endless storm.
Every answer he had discovered seemed to create ten more questions.
His mother’s true identity.
The fall of the Viltrumite Empire.
The V-Virus.
The Codex.
Thragg.
The truth behind his powers.
The sacrifice of his parents.
Everything felt far too overwhelming for a thirteen-year-old boy to process in a single day.
Only a few hours ago, he had entered this hidden fortress searching for answers about his mother and the strange watch she had left behind.
He had expected secrets, perhaps some advanced technology, maybe even a few explanations about his powers.
Instead, he had uncovered an entire universe hidden behind his ordinary life.
For a long moment, Peter simply stood there in silence.
The massive hall remained illuminated by soft blue lights while countless holographic stars floated peacefully around the chamber.
Strange alien machinery hummed quietly in the background, creating a calm atmosphere that sharply contrasted the chaos currently raging inside Peter’s mind.
The holographic image of his mother remained standing in front of him.
Unlike before, she did not immediately continue speaking.
Instead, she allowed him time to think.
Time to breathe.
Time to process everything he had learned.
After all, despite everything…
Peter was still only thirteen years old.
He might possess enough strength to lift massive objects.
He might be able to fly faster than any aircraft on Earth.
He might possess powers beyond human understanding.
But underneath all of that…
He was still a young boy who had recently lost Uncle Ben.
A boy who had spent years wondering why his parents died.
A boy who still missed them every single day.
After sometime Peter again clenged his fist in rage and asked in rage,” Who were they, who killed him.”
The holographic image quietly watched him.
Several moments passed before she finally spoke again.
“Peter.”
Her voice was gentle.
Soft.
Warm.
The same kind of voice a mother would use when speaking to her child after a difficult day.
Peter slowly raised his head and looked toward her.
The holographic woman smiled.
It was not a grand smile.
It was not a cheerful smile.
Instead, it was a small smile filled with affection and understanding.
The kind of smile only a parent could give.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
Peter remained silent.
Honestly, he wasn’t even sure where to begin explaining what he was thinking.
His mind was a complete mess.
The holographic mother continued speaking.
“I know you want to get revenge but also want live up to their expectations.”
The holograms around them slowly shifted.
Richard Parker appeared.
Standing proudly in his lab coat.
Then Mary Parker appeared beside him.
After that, Uncle Ben’s image emerged.
The three people who had sacrificed everything for Peter.
The three people who had shaped his life.
The three people whose words still guided him every day.
“I know you wanted revenge but also don’t forget you are not ready yet.”
Peter slowly lowered his eyes.
Because she was right.
Ever since Uncle Ben’s death, that thought had never left him.
Every day he remembered the robber.
Every day he remembered Ben’s final words.
Every day he wondered whether he should have done something differently.
Whether he should have acted sooner.
Whether he could have saved him.
The guilt never truly disappeared.
It simply became quieter.
The holographic mother looked at him with understanding.
“But right now…”
She paused for a moment.
“…you are still young.”
Peter immediately frowned.
Part of him wanted to argue.
He had heard those words before.
From Uncle Ben.
From Aunt May.
From teachers.
From adults.
Everyone always told him he was too young.
Yet none of those people knew what he was capable of.
None of them knew what powers he possessed.
None of them knew what he could do.
He could stop crimes.
He could save people.
He could protect others.
And he could get his revenge for his parents.
So why did everyone keep saying he was too young?
Almost as if reading his thoughts, the holographic mother smiled knowingly.
“Power and maturity are not the same thing.”
Peter froze.
Those words immediately reminded him of Uncle Ben.
The lessons Ben had always tried to teach him.
Controlling strength was easy.
Controlling yourself was far more difficult.
The holographic mother slowly walked around him while continuing her explanation.
“Your powers may continue growing.”
A holographic image appeared showing Peter flying through the sky.
The image shifted.
Peter used heat vision.
Then super speed.
Then incredible strength.
Each display showcased the abilities he possessed.
“But your heart still needs time to grow as well.”
The hologram changed again.
This time it showed Peter spending time with his friends.
Gwen laughing beside him.
Mary Jane talking excitedly about something.
Felicia teasing him while he awkwardly tried to respond.
Simple moments.
Ordinary moments.
Moments that had nothing to do with powers.
Nothing to do with saving the world.
Nothing to do with responsibility.
The holographic mother pointed toward those memories.
“These moments matter too.”
Peter looked at them quietly.
For the first time today, he smiled slightly.
Because despite everything…
Those memories made him happy.
The holographic mother continued.
“You are not meant to carry the weight of the universe on your shoulders yet.”
The hologram shifted again.
This time showing distant galaxies.
Massive wars.
Destroyed planets.
Alien civilizations.
Threats beyond imagination.
Peter looked at the display silently.
“You are not meant to fight Thragg today.”
The image of Thragg appeared.
Standing atop a mountain of destruction.
His presence alone felt overwhelming.
Peter instinctively clenched his fists.
The holographic mother noticed.
Then calmly shook her head.
“No.”
Her voice became firm.
“Not today.”
The image vanished.
Peter slowly relaxed.
The holographic mother continued.
“You are not meant to save worlds today.”
The stars disappeared.
The galaxies faded.
The wars vanished.
Everything became quiet once again.
Then she looked directly into Peter’s eyes.
“And you are not meant to become a hero today.”
Those words surprised him.
Peter blinked.
For several moments, he simply stared at her.
Because part of him had already started thinking about becoming one.
The holographic mother smiled softly.
“One day?”
She nodded.
“Perhaps.”
A small spark of hope appeared inside Peter’s chest.
Then she pointed toward the watch attached to his wrist.
The same watch his mother had left behind years ago.
The same watch that had guided him to this Fortress.
The same watch that had revealed the truth.
The device suddenly illuminated.
Streams of blue data flowed across its surface.
Peter looked down curiously.
The holographic mother smiled.
The watch emitted a soft glow.
“…I made a few upgrades.”
Peter raised an eyebrow.
“Upgrades?”
The holographic mother nodded.
The watch suddenly projected a small holographic image above itself.
Instead of the generic AI assistant from before…
The holographic image showed her.
Peter’s mother.
Standing only a few inches tall above the watch.
Peter stared.
Then blinked.
Then stared again.
The tiny holographic mother folded her arms.
“What?”
Peter couldn’t stop himself.
He laughed.
A genuine laugh.
The first genuine laugh he had made since arriving here.
“So now you’re living in my watch?”
The miniature hologram looked slightly offended.
“I prefer the term accompanying.”
Peter laughed again.
The holographic mother sighed dramatically.
“Human humor truly is strange.”
For several moments, the heavy atmosphere completely disappeared.
Peter felt lighter.
Relaxed.
Almost normal.
Seeing that expression on his face seemed to satisfy the holographic mother.
Eventually, her smile softened.
Then she pointed toward the massive exit of the Fortress.
The gigantic doors slowly began opening.
Beyond them stretched the endless ocean.
Dark blue water illuminated by the setting sun.
“For now…”
Her voice became serious again.
“…go home.”
Peter followed her gaze.
The open doorway revealed the path back to his ordinary life.
The holographic mother continued.
“Return to school.”
Images of Midtown Junior School appeared.
Students walking through hallways.
Teachers teaching classes.
Ordinary life.
“Spend time with your friends.”
Gwen appeared.
Then Mary Jane.
Then Felicia.
All three smiling.
Waiting.
Living their lives completely unaware of what Peter had discovered today.
“Take care of Aunt May.”
The image changed once more.
Aunt May appeared quietly sitting alone in the house.
Still mourning Ben.
Still trying to remain strong.
Peter felt his chest tighten slightly.
Then the holographic mother continued.
“Train.”
The image shifted.
Peter flying.
Practicing.
Learning.
Growing stronger.
“Learn.”
Alien databases appeared.
Countless books.
Technologies.
Records of civilizations.
Knowledge beyond imagination.
“And grow.”
The final hologram showed an older version of Peter.
Taller.
Stronger.
More confident.
More mature.
Someone capable of carrying the responsibilities waiting for him.
The holographic mother looked at him proudly.
The same way a real mother would look at her child.
“When the time finally comes…”
Peter looked directly at her.
The holographic mother smiled.
“You will know.”
Silence filled the chamber.
For several moments, neither of them spoke.
The words lingered in the air.
Peter thought about everything she had said.
Then slowly…
He nodded.
Not because he had all the answers.
Not because he understood everything.
But because for the first time since Uncle Ben died…
He finally felt like he had a direction.
A path forward.
And right now…
That was enough.
Slowly, Peter looked toward the holographic image and smiled.
“Thank you.”
The holographic mother smiled back.
A warm smile.
A loving smile.
A mother’s smile.
“You’re welcome, Peter.”
For just a brief second…
She almost looked real.
Then Peter turned around.
He walked toward the exit without looking back.
The giant doors fully opened before him.
The ocean stretched endlessly beyond the Fortress.
The setting sun painted the horizon with beautiful shades of gold, orange, and crimson.
Peter took a deep breath.
Then stepped forward.
The water parted around him as the Fortress prepared his departure.
For a moment, he stood there quietly.
Feeling the ocean.
Feeling the wind.
Feeling the sunlight.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!
A tremendous shockwave erupted behind him.
Peter launched upward like a living comet.
The ocean exploded beneath him as he shot toward the surface at incredible speed.
Moments later—
CRASH!
He burst out of the sea.
Water scattered in every direction.
The evening sunlight reflected across his body.
High above the Atlantic Ocean, Peter came to a stop.
Hovering silently in the sky.
The wind brushed against his face.
The warmth of the sun touched his skin.
Far below, waves crashed peacefully against one another.
For a long moment…
Peter simply floated there.
Looking toward the horizon.
Thinking about the future.
Thinking about Ben.
Thinking about his parents.
Thinking about the responsibilities waiting for him someday.
Then slowly…
A small smile appeared on his face.
Not because everything was okay.
Not because his grief had disappeared.
But because for the first time in a long time…
He finally felt like he knew where he was going.
And with that thought…
Peter turned toward home.
Then flew into the sunset.
Soon, Peter arrived back home after leaving the Fortress hidden beneath the ocean.
The entire journey back had been spent thinking about everything he had learned today.
The truth about his mother, the Viltrumites, the Codex, and Thragg continued to replay inside his mind over and over again.
Even now, part of him found it difficult to believe that all of it was real.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed those thoughts aside for the moment and opened the front door before stepping inside the house.
The familiar atmosphere of the Parker home immediately greeted him.
The smell of food being cooked drifted from the kitchen, while the sound of utensils occasionally echoed throughout the house.
Compared to the advanced alien technology he had seen earlier, the simple warmth of home felt strangely comforting.
Peter slowly walked toward the kitchen and found Aunt May preparing dinner.
Hearing his footsteps, she turned around and smiled when she saw him standing there.
After sitting down at the table, Peter began telling her everything that had happened.
He spoke about the Fortress hidden beneath the ocean, the AI created from his mother’s memories, and the truth about the Viltrumites.
He explained the existence of the V-Virus and how his parents had spent years trying to save him from it.
He even told her about Thragg and the warning his mother had left behind regarding the future.
Throughout the entire explanation, Aunt May remained calm and listened carefully without interrupting him.
When Peter finally finished, silence settled over the kitchen for several moments.
Aunt May could see that he looked much calmer than before he had left the house.
The confusion and frustration that had weighed on him recently seemed to have lessened considerably.
More importantly, he appeared to have accepted that he was not ready to shoulder every burden by himself.
“It’s good that you understand that now, Peter,” she said gently.
“Your Uncle Ben never doubted you.
He only wanted you to have time to grow before carrying responsibilities that would change your life forever.” Peter listened quietly to her words and slowly nodded his head.
Hearing the same lesson from both his mother and Aunt May made it much easier for him to accept.
Aunt May then laughed lightly and pointed toward the stairs.
She told him that dinner would be ready soon and that he should take a bath before coming back down.
Peter looked down at his clothes and realized she had a point.
After spending time flying across the ocean and exploring an underwater Fortress, he definitely wasn’t in any condition to sit at the dinner table.
Letting out a small laugh, he agreed before heading upstairs, feeling lighter than he had in a very long time.
Soon, Peter headed downstairs after changing into a fresh set of clothes.
The events of the day still weighed heavily on his mind, but he tried not to show it.
Taking a deep breath, he made his way toward the dining room, where a delicious aroma filled the air.
As he entered, he noticed that Aunt May had already finished preparing dinner and had neatly arranged the dishes on the table.
The warm light of the dining room created a comforting atmosphere, one that reminded Peter that no matter how difficult life became, he would always have a place he could call home.
A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at Aunt May.
“Let’s eat, Aunt May,” Peter said softly.
Aunt May returned his smile and nodded.
“Of course, Peter.”
The two of them took their seats and began eating dinner together.
For a while, neither of them spoke much.
The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was a lingering sadness in the air.
Both of them were thinking about the recent events that had changed their lives forever.
Wanting to lighten the mood, Aunt May began talking about small everyday things.
She told Peter about a customer she had met earlier in the day, while Peter shared a few harmless stories from school.
Before long, the atmosphere around the table became much warmer.
As the conversation continued, Peter found himself smiling more often.
Hearing Aunt May’s gentle voice reminded him that despite everything he had lost, he still had family who cared deeply about him.
The dinner lasted for nearly an hour.
By the time they finished eating, most of the tension that had hung over them earlier had faded away.
Peter stood up from his chair and began gathering the empty plates.
“Aunt May, I’ll clean the dishes,” he said.
“You don’t have to do that, Peter,” Aunt May replied immediately.
“You’ve already had a long day.”
Peter shook his head.
“It’s fine.
You’ve done enough already.
Let me help.”
Seeing the determination in his eyes, Aunt May eventually gave in and smiled.
“Alright.
Thank you, Peter.”
Peter carried the dishes into the kitchen and carefully placed them beside the sink.
He rolled up his sleeves and began washing them one by one.
The sound of running water soon filled the room.
Aunt May didn’t leave him to do everything alone.
Instead, she stayed nearby, drying the clean dishes and placing them back into their proper places.
The two worked together quietly, occasionally exchanging a few words.
Although it was a simple task, Peter found the experience strangely comforting.
It reminded him of happier times when Uncle Ben was still around and the three of them would spend evenings together after dinner.
The memory brought a slight ache to his heart, but it also strengthened his resolve.
After a while, the kitchen was completely clean.
Aunt May looked around and nodded in satisfaction.
“Looks like we’re done.”
Peter smiled.
“Looks like it.”
For a few moments, neither of them spoke.
Then Aunt May’s expression became more serious.
“Peter.”
Peter looked up.
“Yes, Aunt May?”
Aunt May hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“I hope you’ll never forget the things your parents told you.”
Peter remained silent and listened carefully.
“And don’t forget what your Uncle Ben always used to say,” she continued gently.
“The lessons he taught you, the values he believed in…
those are important.
No matter how strong you become, never lose sight of them.”
Peter felt his heart tighten slightly.
Images of his parents and Uncle Ben flashed through his mind.
He remembered their kindness, their sacrifices, and the love they had always shown him.
Slowly, he nodded.
“I won’t forget,” Peter said firmly.
Aunt May smiled warmly.
“I know you won’t.”
With that, she gently patted his shoulder before turning around and heading toward her bedroom.
“Good night, Peter.”
“Good night, Aunt May.”
Peter watched her disappear down the hallway.
Once she was gone, he stood there alone for several moments.
The house had become quiet.
A deep sense of determination appeared in his eyes.
His parents had left him with important lessons.
Uncle Ben had done the same.
They had all believed in him.
No matter what challenges awaited him in the future, he would honor their faith.
Taking a deep breath, Peter finally turned around and walked toward his own room.
As he entered and closed the door behind him, he glanced out of the window at the dark night sky.
The future was uncertain.
Many hardships undoubtedly lay ahead.
But Peter Parker was prepared to face them.
And no matter what happened, he would never forget the people who had helped shape him into the person he was today.
As the days passed, life gradually settled into a routine for Peter.
He continued attending school, spending time with his friends, and secretly adapting to the incredible abilities that had begun manifesting within him.
While his own life was changing rapidly, he soon discovered that he wasn’t the only one facing difficulties.
A few days later, shocking news spread throughout their neighborhood.
Mary Jane Watson’s family was falling apart.
At first, it started with arguments.
Most people assumed it was nothing more than the occasional disagreement between husband and wife.
Unfortunately, the reality was far worse.
Mary Jane’s father had developed a severe gambling addiction.
What had begun as harmless bets and occasional trips to casinos had slowly spiraled out of control.
He started losing significant amounts of money and quickly found himself drowning in debt.
Unable to cope with his failures, he turned to alcohol.
Day after day, he spent more time drinking and less time caring for his family.
His temper became increasingly unstable.
Small inconveniences that would normally be ignored suddenly caused explosive outbursts.
The cheerful atmosphere that had once existed in the Watson household gradually disappeared.
In its place came shouting, fear, and tension.
At first, Mary Jane tried to convince herself that things would improve.
She hoped her father would realize the damage he was causing and seek help before it was too late.
Unfortunately, that day never came.
As the months passed, his behavior only grew worse.
The drinking intensified.
The gambling losses increased.
And eventually, the verbal abuse escalated into something much more frightening.
Whenever he became drunk, he would lash out at the people around him.
Mary Jane and her mother were often the targets of his anger.
Peter learned about the situation when he accidentally overheard Mary Jane crying after school one afternoon.
Concerned, he gently asked her what was wrong.
At first, she refused to answer.
However, after Peter patiently reassured her that she could trust him, she finally broke down and revealed the truth.
Peter felt his stomach twist with anger as he listened.
He couldn’t believe that someone would treat their own family that way.
From that day onward, Peter began paying closer attention whenever Mary Jane needed help.
On several occasions, he arrived just in time to prevent situations from becoming even worse.
Whenever her father started shouting or acting aggressively, Peter would step between them and help Mary Jane escape.
Sometimes he would escort her to a safer location.
Other times he would simply remain nearby until her father calmed down.
Although Peter was still young, he refused to stand by and watch his friend suffer.
His actions earned him Mary Jane’s gratitude, but they also caused her father to resent him.
The man saw Peter as someone interfering in his affairs.
As a result, his hostility toward Peter grew with each passing encounter.
The situation eventually reached its breaking point.
After years of enduring the stress, fear, and constant arguments, Mary Jane’s mother had enough.
One evening, following another heated confrontation, she made a decision that would permanently change their family.
She filed for divorce.
The news shocked many people who knew the Watson family.
While some sympathized with her decision, others were saddened that things had deteriorated so badly.
For Mary Jane, however, the divorce brought mixed emotions.
Part of her felt relieved.
At least her mother would no longer have to suffer.
At the same time, she felt heartbroken watching her family fall apart before her eyes.
Unfortunately, the divorce only fueled her father’s anger.
Rather than accepting responsibility for his actions, he blamed everyone else.
He blamed his former wife.
He blamed society.
He blamed bad luck.
Most of all, he blamed the people closest to him.
His drinking became even worse after the separation.
His temper grew more volatile.
And the atmosphere around him became increasingly toxic.
To make matters worse, Mary Jane’s mother left with her older daughter, hoping to build a new life away from the chaos.
For various legal and personal reasons, Mary Jane remained behind with her father.
It was a decision that would become one of the most painful experiences of her young life.
Living under the same roof as him became unbearable.
Whenever possible, she avoided going home.
Fortunately, she wasn’t alone.
Peter continued supporting her whenever he could.
So did Gwen Stacy and Felicia Hardy.
The three quickly realized how difficult things had become for Mary Jane.
Whenever she needed a place to stay after school, they welcomed her.
Whenever she needed someone to talk to, they listened.
Whenever she felt overwhelmed, they reminded her that she wasn’t facing her struggles alone.
As time passed, Mary Jane began spending less and less time at her father’s house.
Instead, she often stayed with Gwen’s family or visited Felicia whenever possible.
Those places gradually became her safe havens.
For the first time in a long while, she found people who genuinely cared about her well-being.
Although the pain caused by her father’s actions never completely disappeared, the support she received from Peter, Gwen, and Felicia helped her endure some of the darkest moments of her life.
And through it all, Peter silently made a promise to himself.
No matter how powerful he became in the future, he would always protect the people he cared about.
Especially those who had no one else to protect them.
Chapter End.