It hadn’t been that long since Peter’s life had changed forever. Mere weeks. Turns out his father wasn’t quite who he thought he was—and neither was his ‘friend’, Doctor Kurt Conners. Funny enough, the very son of Benjamin Park-r would be the one to fall victim to the very spiders he investigated.

Peters’ eyes darted around your room. God, your poor carpet. The once neat, soft wool had now little drops of blood all over them—Peters’ blood. You didn’t deserve this, you deserved better than a best friend who’d crawl through your window half beaten-up.

Because, that was exactly what he had done. Peter Park-r had crawled through your window—you lived on a fourth floor, mind you— wearing a red and blue spandex suit. An unplanned turn of events from your little study night.

One would expect that the reveal of your childhood friend being the secret new vigilante would be in a sweet heartfelt moment, not with him with a giant gash across his chest, and lying on your bed.

“I’m really sorry. About everything. About ruining your night, your carper, about not telling you before.” Peter’s eyes lifted from his hands to your eyes. “I just didn’t know where else to go.” He sounded sincere. He hadn’t sounded this sincere in a while. His doe brown eyes looked guilty, he was being a terrible friend, wasn’t he? You should be doing schoolwork, not healing his stupid wounds.