Capítulo 1: 0. Prologue
My heart was pumping into overdrive as I struggled to keep myself on my two feet, my hearing was buzzed, I couldn't comprehend one thing from all the people talking about me. My eyes were simply focused on the red mark on my hand.
I can feel the sweat dripping off my face, but what had made me this sick? I look around as I notice a dead spider and I immediately worry, had I been poisoned?
"Parker? Are you okay?" I can finally hear something besides the buzzing, I take notice of the name since it sounds familiar to me, but I have more pressing issues.
"I don't feel so good, I need to wash my face, and maybe get some water," I tell the person who asked me before they point out the bathroom, thankfully.
It was only mid-washing my face that I realized that everything was wrong.
First thing that I should've immediately noticed, was that they called me Parker, that's not my name. Second is that I'm young, and I look different, like, a sixteen year old nerd, not a geek, but legitimately the image of what a nerd would look like in the 60s with big rimmed glasses, actual suspenders and the white buttoned up shirt and the Steve Urkel pants.
...
I'm Peter Parker. I facepalmed as I realized it, and I hated it, although for all the different reasons.
Spider-Man was my favorite hero, but even I could tell that being Spider-Man would be an horrible experience, a hero who tries his best only to be beaten down like a dog by the evil that is Marvel's writing, did I have to worry about the Totems? The Web of Life? Would I just get screwed over by the telepaths?
I sighed, it would've been so much easier if I had found myself in literally anyone else's but who I am right now.
But then I looked at the bite mark on my hand, and I knew. I knew that I had a duty to do, even if I don't agree with all the things Peter did.
Otto was right that Peter always squandered his potential, but to be fair with Peter, it's hard to do that when they make sure that Peter is always 'relatable' to the audience to a point where it's just a sad pathetic torture porn-like sadism affecting the bastard.
Heaven and Earth joined together to make sure that both Spider-Man and Peter Parker suffer for the sake of being an 'everyman', that was the editorial mandate, and that's what forces Peter to always remain in the 'could've been someone' territory.
But what if I'm not stifled like Peter is?
Hmm, this is too much thought for my poisoned body, I should be thinking about what-ifs and what-nots after I make sure I get a good night of rest. With that said, I walked out of the bathroom, and only now that I realized, oh right.
I had no friends, only jeering and mean spirited comments came out when my classmates saw me, but I understood what they were trying to do. Bullying.
Unfortunately for them, I had no shits to give about things like these, and hopefully, it wasn't long before I was already too old to be at school.
Or maybe I can just finish school early for college? Hmm.
I did my best to ignore these comments, but then again, I was barely older than they are, five years at most? How annoying.
It was with that done and said that we all went back to our homes.
"Who woulda thought that puny Parker would be the one to save us from that boredom?" Of course Flash would be one to say that.
However, I wouldn't let him get under my skin, he's already too annoying and I don't want to give him the satisfaction. Peter's memories and mine are already slowly becoming a melting pot, so I know everything Flash did to me.
But that doesn't bother me, I already lived a life of being bullied, so someone like Flash is just revisiting old wounds that I already had healed. Not to mention that if I did get angry, I could easily kill him by accident because of my increased strength.
I simply went home, told uncle Ben and aunt May that I wasn't feeling fine before I just fell face first onto the bed.
And with that said, I understood that this was the day where all of my life changed. Just like that.
I really wanted to just go back you know? I was afraid of what being Spider-Man meant, but if I don't then well, so much bad will happen since Spider-Man was the one looking over the little guy.
And now I took his place, so I have to take responsibility, not just as a man, but because I have to bear the mantle.
I have to be a hero because Peter was supposed to be a hero, a- My hands go to my head immediately, a killing headache felt like a hammer pounding onto my brain, Peter's memories, more of them, but these just didn't make any sense?
Why was it that I could see the Justice League and the Avengers together? I was lucky to have a bathroom inside of my room because I had to throw on the toilet, the feedback loop was making me nauseous and if anything, it made everything ten times worse.
Now I would actually believe that every week we could get invaded by aliens from another dimension, however, worrying about these things will not help us at all.
No, in fact, what I should do is to simply 'Go with the flow', because I know that the truth is that with a world like this, everything will be okay as long as we keep doing our thing.
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