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Time passed quickly, and before Peter realized it, the year 2005 had arrived.
Peter Parker was now fifteen years old.
Born in 1990, he had grown considerably over the past few years.
He was taller, more mature, and far stronger than any ordinary human his age.
The incredible powers inherited from his mother’s bloodline continued to develop with each passing day.
Two years had passed since Peter had first discovered his mother’s hidden spaceship and met the artificial intelligence that resided within it.
During those two years, Peter had learned many things about his heritage.
He had learned about his mother’s ancient race.
He had learned about the extraordinary abilities flowing through his veins.
He had learned about the responsibilities that came with such power.
However, there was one question that remained unanswered.
Who killed his parents?
Countless times Peter had asked the holographic AI for the truth.
Every single time, the answer remained the same.
“You are not ready yet, Peter.”
No matter how much he insisted, the AI refused to reveal the identities of his parents’ killers.
At first, Peter had been frustrated.
Then he became angry.
Eventually, he simply accepted it.
The AI had never lied to him before.
If it believed he wasn’t ready, then there was probably a reason.
Still, that didn’t stop him from thinking about it.
Every night before going to sleep, Peter would remember his parents.
Every time he looked at old photographs, he would remember their smiles.
And every time he thought about their deaths, a burning determination filled his heart.
One day, he would learn the truth.
One day, he would find the people responsible.
And when that day came, he would make sure justice was served.
For now, however, Peter focused on improving himself and using his abilities to help others whenever possible.
Currently, he was walking home from a nearby grocery store while carrying several large bags filled with groceries.
Normally, carrying such a load would be difficult for a teenager.
For Peter, however, it felt as though he was carrying a few pillows.
The bags weighed practically nothing in his hands.
Still, he made sure not to accidentally crush them with his enhanced strength.
As he walked through the neighborhood, several familiar faces greeted him.
Peter politely waved back.
A few minutes later, he finally arrived home.
Looking at the familiar house, Peter smiled slightly.
No matter how much his life changed, this place always felt comforting.
He slowly opened the front door and stepped inside.
The delicious aroma of cooking food immediately reached his nose.
From the kitchen, he heard Aunt May’s voice.
“Peter?
Is that you?”
“Yeah, Aunt May,” Peter replied.
“Did you get the groceries?”
“I got everything on the list.”
“Good,” Aunt May answered.
Peter walked toward the kitchen while carrying the grocery bags.
Upon entering, he found Aunt May standing near the counter, preparing ingredients for dinner.
Despite the smile on her face, Peter immediately noticed the exhaustion in her eyes.
Over the past few years, Aunt May had been working multiple jobs to support them.
Although Peter’s parents had left behind some savings, both of them knew that money wouldn’t last forever.
As a result, Aunt May constantly pushed herself to make sure they could maintain a stable life.
Peter admired her determination.
At the same time, he worried about her.
She was working far too hard.
Looking up from the cutting board, Aunt May smiled warmly.
“Did you manage to find everything?”
Peter nodded.
“Of course.”
He placed the grocery bags on the counter and began unpacking them.
One by one, he removed the vegetables.
Tomatoes.
Onions.
Potatoes.
Carrots.
Bell peppers.
Various seasonings.
Soon the counter was filled with ingredients.
Aunt May looked pleased.
“Perfect.
These are exactly what I needed.”
Peter glanced at the knife in her hand.
She had been standing for hours already.
Her shoulders looked tense.
Dark circles had begun forming beneath her eyes.
Aunt May clearly needed rest.
Without saying anything, Peter gently took the knife from her hand.
Aunt May blinked.
“Peter?”
“I’ll handle the cooking tonight.”
Aunt May immediately shook her head.
“No, no.
You just got back.
I’ll cook.”
Peter crossed his arms.
“And you’ve been working all day.”
“Peter—”
“Aunt May.”
The seriousness in his voice caused her to pause.
Peter looked directly into her eyes.
“You’ve been working nonstop lately.”
Aunt May remained silent.
“You leave early in the morning and come home exhausted every night.”
“Peter, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
His voice remained gentle but firm.
“You need rest.”
Aunt May looked away.
Peter continued speaking.
“You always take care of everyone else.”
“You make sure I’m okay.”
“You make sure the bills are paid.”
“You make sure everything runs smoothly.”
He smiled softly.
“But someone has to take care of you too.”
Aunt May felt her heart warm.
Sometimes she forgot how mature Peter had become.
The little boy she used to protect was slowly becoming a young man.
After a few moments, she sighed.
“You really aren’t going to let me win this argument, are you?”
Peter grinned.
“Nope.”
Aunt May laughed despite herself.
Finally, she surrendered.
“Fine.”
Peter raised his arms in victory.
“I knew you’d see reason.”
“Don’t get too confident.”
Peter chuckled.
Aunt May shook her head before placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Thank you, Peter.”
“Anytime.”
With that, Aunt May left the kitchen and headed toward her room to rest.
Peter watched her disappear down the hallway.
Once she was gone, he turned back toward the ingredients spread across the counter.
A small smile appeared on his face.
Cooking wasn’t exactly difficult.
In fact, thanks to his enhanced senses and incredible control over his body, he had become surprisingly good at it.
Rolling up his sleeves, Peter picked up the knife.
The blade moved with incredible precision.
Vegetables were sliced perfectly within seconds.
Ingredients were prepared with speed and efficiency that would impress most professional chefs.
As he worked, Peter found himself thinking about the future.
About his parents.
About the mysterious enemies responsible for their deaths.
About the powers growing stronger inside him every day.
He would continue moving forward.
He would become stronger.
He would protect the people he cared about.
And someday, he would uncover the truth hidden within his past.
But for now, Peter Parker focused on something much simpler.
Making dinner for the mother figure who had spent years taking care of him.
Time passed, and before long, Peter finished preparing breakfast.
After placing the final dish onto the counter, he stepped back and examined the results of his work.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
The food looked delicious.
The pleasant aroma of freshly cooked eggs, vegetables, toast, and bacon filled the kitchen, spreading throughout the house.
Peter nodded in satisfaction.
“Perfect.”
Removing his apron, he walked toward Aunt May’s room and gently knocked on the door.
Knock.
Knock.
“Aunt May,” Peter called out.
“Breakfast is ready.”
A few moments later, Aunt May’s voice came from inside.
“Okay, Peter.
I’ll be there in a minute.”
Peter smiled.
“Take your time.”
With that, he returned to the dining room and began arranging the food on the table.
One by one, he carefully placed the plates, glasses, and utensils in their proper positions.
Thanks to his enhanced senses and natural attention to detail, everything looked neat and organized.
A few minutes later, Aunt May emerged from her room.
Seeing the table already prepared, a warm smile appeared on her face.
“Thank you, Peter.”
Peter smiled back.
“It’s nothing, Aunt May.”
“No, it isn’t,” she replied.
“You’ve been helping me a lot lately.”
Peter simply nodded.
Soon, both of them sat down and began eating breakfast together.
As they ate, they talked about recent events.
Aunt May asked about school.
Peter spoke about his studies, his friends, and a few amusing incidents that had happened during the week.
The atmosphere was peaceful and comfortable.
Then suddenly—
Ding Dong!
Ding Dong!
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
The doorbell rang repeatedly, followed by several impatient knocks.
Peter immediately recognized who it was.
A small smile appeared on his face.
“I’ll get it.”
Standing up, Peter walked toward the front door.
As he opened it, three familiar figures came into view.
Mary Jane Watson.
Gwen Stacy.
Felicia Hardy.
Over the years, all three girls had grown into beautiful young women.
Mary Jane’s red hair shone brightly beneath the morning sunlight.
Gwen looked elegant and graceful as always.
Meanwhile, Felicia carried her usual confident smile.
However, the moment the door opened, all three girls found themselves looking at Peter.
At fifteen years old, Peter stood nearly six feet tall.
His athletic build, handsome appearance, and naturally warm smile made him stand out wherever he went.
Whether at school or in the neighborhood, he was known for being both incredibly handsome and surprisingly humble.
Unlike many people who received constant attention, Peter never acted arrogant.
Instead, he remained polite, respectful, and kind to everyone around him.
“Good morning,” Peter greeted with a smile.
“Morning, Peter,” Mary Jane replied.
“Good morning,” Gwen said politely.
Felicia smirked.
“Looks like someone’s still eating breakfast.”
Peter chuckled.
“That’s because I was cooking breakfast.”
Mary Jane raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t tell me you forgot about today.”
Peter immediately shook his head.
“Of course not.”
As someone possessing an extraordinary memory, forgetting something as simple as today’s outing was practically impossible.
“The plan was to meet at ten o’clock and spend the day at the park,” Peter continued.
“You three just arrived a little earlier than expected.”
The girls exchanged glances before nodding.
“Fair enough,” Gwen admitted.
Peter stepped aside.
“Would you like to come inside while I finish eating?”
The three girls entered the house.
Aunt May greeted them warmly.
“It’s nice to see all of you again.”
“It’s nice to see you too, Aunt May,” Gwen replied.
Mary Jane and Felicia greeted her as well.
For the next few minutes, they chatted while Peter quickly finished his breakfast.
Even though he could have eaten much faster, Peter preferred proper table manners.
Once he was done, he stood up.
“Give me a few minutes.
I’ll go change.”
“Don’t take forever,” Felicia teased.
Peter laughed.
“I won’t.”
Using a fraction of his superhuman speed, Peter hurried upstairs.
A few minutes later, he returned wearing a clean white T-shirt beneath a black jacket, dark jeans, and comfortable sneakers.
The moment he walked downstairs, the girls paused briefly.
Even after years of friendship, they still occasionally found themselves surprised by how much Peter had changed.
He was tall.
Confident.
Handsome.
Yet despite all of that, he remained the same caring and respectful person they had always known.
Felicia recovered first.
“Looking good, Parker.”
Peter laughed.
“Thank you.”
Mary Jane rolled her eyes while trying to hide a smile.
Meanwhile, Gwen simply shook her head.
“Can we leave now?”
Felicia grinned.
“Someone sounds impatient.”
“I’m practical,” Gwen corrected.
The group shared a laugh.
As Peter approached the door, Aunt May gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Peter.”
Peter turned toward her.
“Yes, Aunt May?”
Her expression softened.
“Take care of yourself.”
Peter smiled reassuringly.
“I will.”
Then Aunt May looked toward Mary Jane, Gwen, and Felicia.
“And the same goes for all of you.”
“We will,” Gwen replied politely.
Mary Jane nodded.
“Don’t worry, Aunt May.”
Felicia gave a playful salute.
“We’ll bring him back in one piece.”
Aunt May laughed.
“I appreciate that.”
Peter shook his head with amusement.
“Come on, let’s go before we’re late.”
The three girls nodded.
Together, the four teenagers left the house and headed toward the park, enjoying the beautiful morning weather and looking forward to spending the day together.
While Peter was enjoying his holiday with his friends, thousands of miles away, a very different atmosphere existed within one of NASA’s monitoring facilities.
The usually calm control room was filled with tension.
Scientists, engineers, and analysts sat before countless computer screens, their expressions growing increasingly grim with every passing minute.
Rows of monitors displayed images of deep space.
At the center of every screen was the same object.
A giant meteor.
The massive celestial body was hurtling through space toward Earth at an alarming speed.
What made the situation even worse was that its trajectory had unexpectedly changed.
One of the scientists, a woman in her thirties, quickly stood up from her workstation and approached her superior. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“Sir!”
Her voice immediately caught everyone’s attention.
The man she was addressing was the head of the facility, a bald man with a neatly trimmed white mustache.
He was already in his late sixties and had spent most of his life studying space.
Despite decades of experience, even he looked troubled.
“What is it?” he asked.
The woman swallowed nervously before speaking.
“Sir, the giant meteor’s trajectory has changed.”
The entire room became silent.
The old scientist’s expression darkened.
“What happened?”
“A few minutes ago, the meteor collided with another large object in space.
The impact altered its course.”
The woman quickly brought up several images on the main screen.
Everyone watched as simulation data appeared before them.
The results were horrifying.
The meteor was now on a direct collision course with Earth.
Several scientists visibly paled.
The old man stared at the screen for several moments.
“How large is it?”
The woman hesitated.
Then she answered.
“Based on our calculations, the meteor is approximately half the size of the Moon.”
The room fell into complete silence.
Many people stopped breathing for a moment.
Half the size of the Moon.
The sheer scale of such an object was difficult to comprehend.
If something that large struck Earth, it wouldn’t simply destroy a country or a continent.
It would wipe out civilization itself.
The old scientist slowly removed his glasses and rubbed his forehead.
“What are the chances of changing its trajectory?”
The woman looked down at her data.
After several seconds, she reluctantly shook her head.
“Practically zero.”
The answer felt like a death sentence.
Several scientists exchanged worried glances.
One of them finally spoke.
“What about nuclear weapons?”
Everyone turned toward him.
The scientist continued.
“If we launch enough nuclear missiles at it, perhaps we can destroy it before it reaches Earth.”
For a brief moment, hope appeared in a few people’s eyes.
However, the old scientist immediately shook his head.
“No.”
The room grew quiet once more.
“Why not?” someone asked.
The old man pointed toward the simulation.
“Even if we somehow manage to break it apart, it wouldn’t solve the problem.”
He enlarged the image on the screen.
“The meteor is simply too large.”
Several calculations appeared beside it.
“If nuclear weapons split it into two pieces, both fragments would still be large enough to cause a global extinction event.”
The hope that had briefly appeared vanished instantly.
Many scientists looked sick.
Some lowered their heads.
Others stared at their screens in disbelief.
A younger researcher whispered quietly.
“Then…
humanity is doomed.”
No one answered.
Because no one had a counterargument.
The old scientist looked around the room.
For decades, these people had dedicated their lives to understanding the universe.
They had studied countless cosmic threats.
But this was different.
This wasn’t a theoretical scenario.
This was real.
And it was coming directly toward them.
The old man clenched his fists.
“I hope a miracle happens.”
His voice was barely above a whisper.
Yet everyone heard it.
Because deep down, they were all thinking the same thing.
A miracle.
That was the only thing that could save them now.
Taking a deep breath, the scientist forced himself to remain calm.
Panicking wouldn’t help anyone.
“We need precise numbers.”
The woman quickly nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“How much time do we have left?”
The room collectively held its breath.
The woman reviewed the latest calculations.
Several seconds passed.
Finally, she looked up.
Her face had become pale.
“Sir…”
“How long?”
“At most ten days.”
The words struck the room like a thunderbolt.
Ten days.
Only ten days remained before the meteor reached Earth.
Several people immediately began whispering among themselves.
Others stared blankly at their screens.
Ten days was nothing.
There wasn’t enough time to build a solution.
There wasn’t enough time to evacuate.
There wasn’t enough time to prepare.
The old scientist closed his eyes.
For the first time in many years, he felt truly helpless.
After several moments, he opened them again.
His expression became firm.
“Prepare a complete report.”
The woman nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“I want every calculation, every simulation, and every possible solution included.”
“Understood.”
The scientist turned toward the giant image of the meteor displayed on the main screen.
Its enormous shadow seemed almost threatening.
Then he spoke.
“Send the report to the highest authorities immediately.”
The room remained silent.
After a brief pause, the woman hesitated before asking a difficult question.
“Sir…”
“Yes?”
“Should we tell the public?”
The room immediately became quiet again.
Everyone wanted to know the answer.
The old scientist remained silent for a long time.
His eyes never left the image of the approaching meteor.
Finally, he spoke.
“I don’t know.”
His honest answer surprised many people.
“If we reveal this information now, global panic could spread overnight.”
He paused.
“But if we hide it…”
His voice grew heavier.
“Then humanity may lose its final chance to prepare for what is coming.”
No one spoke.
Because there was no easy answer.
The old scientist stared at the giant meteor one last time.
Then he quietly muttered to himself.
“May God help us all.”
Far beyond Earth’s atmosphere, the enormous celestial body continued its relentless journey through space.
Unstoppable.
Silent.
And growing closer with every passing second.
Completely unaware of the fear it had already created, the giant meteor continued advancing toward Earth, carrying with it the potential extinction of all life on the planet.
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Chapter End.