A young Peter Parker sits on his bed, staring at the floor. His expression shifts from anger to sadness. "Why is she doing this? We made a mistake, but we can fix it." A knock at the door interrupts his thoughts. Peter looks up as he hears, "Peter, I'm coming in." He tries to sit up quickly, shuffling around and managing to straighten his back, place his hands on his knees, and set his feet on the ground, attempting to appear calm.
Uncle Ben enters, his face serious, with a rare hint of anger. He pauses, looking at Peter, and asks, "What are you going to do?"
Peter looks up, his voice tinged with helplessness. "Uncle Ben, I can't do anything. I'm only 16. I can't take care of a kid."
Uncle Ben's expression softens with sadness. "Peter, she's already made her decision. I don't think you can change her mind. I know this isn't what you wanted, and it might seem cruel. I don't know if she's being stubborn or if it's something else entirely, but the real question is, will you take responsibility?"
"I don't know," Peter replies.
Uncle Ben sighs and leaves the room.
A few hours later, Peter gets a call from Mary Jane Watson. He looks at his phone, unsure of what to say or what she might say. He hesitates too long and misses the call. Fortunately, she calls again immediately after. Peter answers, "Hey, MJ, sorry—I was feeding the dogs."
"Peter, you don't have dogs."
"Oh, right. I forgot. You know how it is. This happens sometimes—I wonder if I'll get Alzheimer's as I get older. I heard my granddad had it."
"Peter, stop. I know what you're doing. I'm calling to ask if you're going to help me raise our kid."
"MJ, the baby isn't even born yet. There are still nine months—you can still change your mind."
"Peter, I'm asking if you'll help because this is happening. I saw in a dream that he'll be a great person and that he'll help you reach your full potential."
"It's just a dream, MJ. You don't even know if it's going to be a boy. You're changing your life over a dream. You're smart; you have a great future ahead of you."
"Bye, Peter," she says, her voice trembling with emotion as she hangs up.
Peter looks sad but walks away from the phone. To distract himself, he checks the TV and sees news about Gotham and the protests that have started. "I guess I can't have a peaceful moment," he mutters, putting his phone down. He heads out the door and into the hallway, knocking on the door next to theirs.
"Who is it?" comes the voice.
"Peter."
The door is unlocked by a girl his age. "Hey, Gwen. Is Aunt May here?"
"Yes, do you want to come in?"
"Okay."
Inside, it's not just Aunt May but also Uncle Ben and George Stacy. Not wanting to interrupt, Peter sneaks past everyone. Gwen calmly follows. "So, what's everyone talking about?" Peter asks Gwen.
"Nothing new, just the economy and other boring stuff. So, what about you? What are you keeping from your best friend?"
"You don't have to pretend, Gwen. I'm sure you know."