The red boot belonging to New York City's favorite Wall-Crawler slammed into the yellow chest piece of Herman Shultz, who flew back into the marble wall of the Bank of America. That was when a phone began to ring loudly.

"Hey, Aunt May," Spider-Man said as Shultz got up, avoiding a barrage of webbing.

"Peter!" Her shrill voice sounded through the beat up iPhone 5. "I've been waiting for you for almost an hour. For Pete's sake, I'm the one helping you move!"

"I'm sorry Aunt May," he responded as he dodged a burst of energy, the phone clasped between his shoulder and ear. "I'll be there, I love – "

Before he could say any more, he was hit with another burst of energy that was sent his way. This sent him flying backward, his phone flying from his hand and being smashed to pieces when it hit the wall. Peter quickly got up and web-zipped towards his opponent, slamming into him harder than before.

"I'd love to stay and have more fun, Shockey," he said as he glued him to the wall with a large shot of webbing. "but I've places to go, people to see. I'm a busy arachnid!"

"All yours!" He shouted as he swung out of the large bank, zooming by the police officers that had surrounded the building. He continued to swing throughout the vast city, headed towards the Queens borough bridge.

"Dammit, Shocker," he said to himself as he swung. "Making me late and making me drop my phone. I suppose it was time for me to get a new one but still!" He shook his head as he approached the townhouse belonging to his Aunt May. After changing into his street clothes, he hopped back out of his window and entered through the front door.

"Hey, Aunt May!" He said as he entered, scratching the back of his head. He eyed his boxes he had stacked near the front door. He was hoping his dorm room had space to put his things. And hopefully somewhere to hide his more 'personal projects'; such as his ever upgrading web-shooters.

"Finally!" She exclaimed as she minced into the foyer. "Are you ready? We can make trips back if – "

The elderly woman cut off her words as she turned from the coat rack to see that her nephew had already lifted all four of his quite heavy boxes at once.

"Well then…" She said, grinning a bit. "Never mind."

He carried the boxes down to a parking garage a block away and up two flights of stairs, loading them into the trunk and back seat of Mays's old '99 Toyota SUV. He then hopped into the driver's seat before his aunt could, grinning at her.

"You do enough work, May," he told her. "Let me drive, give yourself a break."

She reluctantly handed him the keys, walking over to the passenger side and buckling in.

"I can't believe your so grown up," she said as they were headed towards Empire State University. "It feels like just yesterday Ben was teaching you how to ride a bike…"

"I remember that day," he said with a grin. "He got me going, but I was too scared to use the breaks so I circled the block like fifteen times."

"Oh my, I remember," she giggled. "but once you got going, you were riding that old bike everywhere you could. I was deathly afraid to let you start riding it to school."

"I convinced you though," he said as he pulled into the traffic on the bridge.

"What made you stop riding that old thing?" she asked him.

"Oh, it eventually started breaking too easily," he told her. He didn't want her to tell her the real reason why he stopped was that Flash Thompson had Liz Allen had started to tease him because it was an old, rusty beach cruiser.

After about forty minutes more of driving through the awful New York traffic, the two were pulling up to the campus. As Peter parked, he turned to look at his aunt who had tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"Oh, Aunt May," he said. "Don't cry."

"Oh I know I shouldn't," she said softly. "I'll be okay. Now come on Peter, let's get you up to that dorm. Are you sure you don't need any help with those boxes?"

"I've got them, Aunt May," Peter said as he unbuckled and opened up his door. "Trust me." He took a minute or two to pile the boxes together and lifted them up, headed towards the residence hall his dorm room was in.

The two of them approached the elevator once they got into the building, waiting for the metal doors to slide open. When they did, annoying Muzak was playing when they stepped in. The only other people in the elevator was another nervous looking freshman and who Peter assumed to be her dad.

When Aunt May opened the door of room 103B and they entered, there was already someone in there. A guy no older than Peter with loose, ear-length auburn hair dressed in a nice polo shirt and jeans. Peter set his boxes down and walked over to him.

"You must be Harry," Peter said, offering his hand. "I'm – "

"Parker," he said smoothly, firmly shaking his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Peter." He had a charismatic smile on his face, showing pearly white teeth.

"You too," Peter said, retracting his hand. He had a small smile to be polite, but he was never too much of a people-person.

"Well," Aunt May said as Peter turned back around to her. "I better get myself going, I have a lunch date with Anna Watson at Joe's. I better get going. I love you, Peter."

"I love you too Aunt May," he said as he went in for a hug, he wasn't super tall but he still seemed to tower over the old woman.

She just gave a small wave to Peter's roommate, then exiting the dorm room, shutting the heavy door behind her.