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At first Peter life was perfect, wait I take that back it wasn't perfect but it was pretty damn good. He had moved in with his aunt May and uncle Ben when his parents died in a plane crashed when he was 6 he was doubtful about the new living space but he got used to if pretty fast, it helped a lot that he got to go to a new school where he met his life long best friends Ned and MJ. Just as he thought things couldn't get and better Parker luck struck once again at the age of 14. First his uncle Ben died. That already was bad enough for Peter but on top of that he died right in his arm after they were caught in the crossfire of a store robbery and Peter couldn't do anything about it. He grieved and he mourned his uncle Ben like anyone would but he soon realized that his aunt May needed him more that needed her and that is when he first stated hiding his feelings for the benefit of other people. He started getting into a routine with him self of blaming himself for the death of his uncle Ben knowing he could have prevent it all from happening because he just gotten bit by a radioactive spider just weeks prior and if he would have been more in touch with himself and learned how to use his power faster he could have fought the robber and saved his uncle, but he didn't instead he sat there like a dead weight and did nothing. After wallowing in self pity and blaming himself he would go check on his aunt and make sure she was doing ok and not blaming herself in anyway. He made sure he was alway there for her and that he was strong in every way she needed, if she needed someone to ground her life Peter would do that and he would be right there for her.
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After around 7 months their lives finally started moving again and they felt as though they could get through this as long as they had each other, but no short of 6 months later the day of Peters birthday aunt May died in a car accident while driving to pick up ice cream cake for Peter. Normally Peter would be in the car with his aunt May but since it was his birthday and he was feeling a little under the weather he decided to stay and get some rest while she got the Ice cream cake. Little did he know that this unknowing act would change his whole lives corse of events.
Peter's POV
It's finally my last class of the day and I can't wait to get home. Normally i'm hopping to be at school longer so I can be with Ned and MJ but even today i'm itching to go home. Not only is today my birthday but aunt May told me we could go pick up a big ice cream cake for us to share, I think she can see just how sad I am really am, This is the the first birthday I am going to have without uncle Ben and my 9th birthday without my parents. fuck if I was able to save Ben none of this would have happened everything would be normal, if only I wasn't a- Ring Ring. I was jostled out of my thought from the sound of the bell dismissing us from our last period class. I dash out of the class hopping to get my stuff from my locker and leave before Flash would be able to get to my locker, but of course I had no such luck. "Sup penis Parker", flash says as he body slams me into the locker door. "Can you just leave me alone for one day Flash?" I say while reaching into my locker to grab my books and leave. "Aw why, you think just because today is your birthday you deserve special treatment? Well I don't think that far." Just as the last works leave Flash's mouth I feel a cold hard fist collide with my face. As soon as he punches me he lets out a belly filled laugh and walk's away knowing I will do nothing to fight back. I finally pack up my things and head home, normally I would head to an alleyway so that I can leave my backpack there while I go out on patrol but today is different so I just continue to walk. As I walk though the door to the apartment I see that there is a package on the ground so I pick it up and drop it down on the counter assuming that its for aunt May. "I'm home!" I call out "Do you want to head to the store?" I say excitedly as I walk over to the living room. I thought the aunt May would be waiting for me in the living because she told me we would go pick up my cake after school but to my surprise she is no where insight. Figuring that she was running a bit late I decide to take a quick nap as I wait for her.
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Next thing I know I wake up to the loud sound of my phone ringing. Now to a normal persons ears my phone might not be that loud but due to my heightened senses the blaring phone had me rising of the couch and looking through the dark for any danger in a matter of seconds. since the harsh sound of my phone was the only thing I could focus on I didn't even realize that aunt May hadn't came home yet. I ran over to my phone which I had left on the counter trying to doge through the chairs, that I couldn't see due to the dark from the sun setting, and finally made it over to the phone just in time to answer it, "Yellow Peter Parker speaking, who is this?" I say into the phone, "Yes Hi this is the Molly from the police department, I have some news for you if you could please head down to North General Hospital, Its about your aunt." She says over the phone. Know I might not be the best at reading people and even worse over the phone because I can't see their faces but it takes no expert to hear the gloominess and despair in her voice. " Yeah I'll be right over." I say while putting on my shoes and running out the door not even bothering to grab a coat for the cold Queens air.
"Hello, Im here to see May Parker." I say to receptionist as soon as I hear the room number I dash away not caring what else she has to say. When I finally reach room 261 I push the door open and see a woman standing there doing mouth to mouth to May. I tried to run over to her I really did but the floor gave out from under me and I felt a man grab my shoulder and walk me over to the waiting room. Everything after that happened in such a blur the only things I can piece together from that day is a woman introducing herself to me saying that she is going to be taking me somewhere safe and for me to come with her. At the time I didn't realize that she was a social working taking me my first of many group homes.