Peter Parker, AKA Spiderman, was perched upon the precipice of giving up on life.

After he lost Uncle Ben, Spiderman was trully born. He had taken his grief, and used it to feul him in his efforts to help the people of New York city. Even when the cops hunted him down, tazed him, even going as far as to actually shoot him. He kept helping, because every time he thought of hanging up the suit, he woud hear his Uncle's words.

"Peter, there's something your father used to say all the time. He used to say, If you had the power to help someone, then it was your moral obligation to do it. With great power, comes great responsibility."

So he kept fighting, even when the Lizard nearly killed him. He kept fighting. He fought for the city because he had the power to help people. So when Gwen died at the hands of his best friend no less, it felt like the whole world came crumbling down around him. Her death had broken him. Left him a shattered mess. It was only thanks to Aunt May and oddly enough the kindness of Flash that eventually brought him back. It wasn't easy, but Flash's new found friendship and the city's slowly growing trust of spiderman helped. It wasn't more then two month's after gwen died that another super powered baddy showed up. He had called himself the Shaman and had summoned an army of Boulder monster's with magic. Now Spiderman could have taken him down, but he was more then happy when the Avengers showed up and started kicking ass with him. It took everything in him at the time not to start fanboying. There were a few close calls here and there where a few civillians could have been hurt but thanks to their help keeping the Shaman at bay peter was able to evacuate the area and get the general populace out of harms way. As the fight was winding down and it was becoming clear the Shaman was running out of magic juice we all admittedly let our guards down a little too much. The Shaman used the last of his magic energy to send out a shockwave collapsing a couple of the nearbye buildings, which Spiderman had been thankfull he had evacuated at the time, while also causing a billboard for the Daily Bugle to come careening down towards Blackwidow. Thanks to his Spidersense and unaturally fast reflexis Spiderman had managed pull her to safety just in time. By then Thor and Captain America had already knocked out The Shaman and the police had arrived to take him into custody.

For a moment he had thought they were going to hand him over as well when he saw them all making there way over to where him and Blackwidow were standing until suddenly out of no where they asked if he wanted to come over for dinder at the tower and have Bruce-friggin-Banner look at his injuries. He hadn't realized it during the fight at the time but he'd gotten pretty banged up. More so then any of the other Avenger's. But he couldn't risk his identity like that so he had declined politely. After a breif thank you and some quick goodbyes they went their seperate ways and life continued like normal. Flash of course couldn't shut up about Spider man teaming up with the Avengers and it only helped to keep Peter in high spirits, which he'd kind of figured was his end game. But he wasn't complaining. His life was becoming normal again. School was going well, He wasn't getting bullied anymore. Spiderman was becoming more and more of an Icon despite the Daily Bugles constant smear campaigns and Peter was actually beginning to feel normal again. Happy Even. But peter should have known. All he did was attract danger to those around him and it was only a matter of time before the good made way for he oh so bad.

When Loki attacked new York . . . That's when things went wrong. Peter had been reasured that Aunt May had been Working at one of the hospitals closest to the center of the attack. When Loki opened the portal and let the army of Chituari through. She was gone before he could get to her. He hadn't even known. She'd called him to let him know she was taking shelter in a bomb shelter under the hospital, so Peter hadn't worried. He had suited up with the assurence that she would be fine. He had thrown him self into the center of the chaos desperate to save as many lives as possible all the while Aunt May was being buried alive in some bomb shelter way to old to have been of any use. But he hadn't known. He should have gone and checked on her, but he didn't instead he fought side by side with his Idles, relishing in the chance to feel like he was on their level. Everyone had been taking their fair share of injuries, and by the end of the fight, Spider men was a mess. He knew he had a few broken bones in his left arm. Definitly a few broken ribs, and maybe a concussion. He didn't have a communicator ike the rest of the avengers so he couldn't warn them when they were in danger instead. Relying on his own body to protect them here and there. By the time Ironman, or Tony as he'd been told to call him, had flown the missile into the whole and knocked out there whole army Peter was a mess and was just leaning limply against a news cart. He'd waited around long enough to make sure everyone was Ok, even going so far as to ask everyone, all of whom looked at him like he was crazy saying that they should have been asking him the same thing. Peter didn't care. As long as he could help he was Ok. Before anyone could ask him if he needed medical assistance he had already began swinging away towards Aunt May's work shouting he needed to make sure there weren't other's who needed his help. Which was true.

By the time he'd gotten to the hospital though, it was to late. The rescue workers had already begun pulling bodies out of the shelter. There were no survivors. And in that moment Peter broke. He was left feeling, trully and completely dead inside. No not dead, he just felt empty, like he was nothing. He never went home. He didn't go to Aunt May's funeral. He stopped showing up to school. Eventually he was reported as a missing child. Days slipped into weeks, weeks into month's. Peter had lost his will to live. The only thinging keeping him going was that the city still needed spider man, and no matter how much peter wanted to just lie down and die. Spiderman couldn't. For the first few weeks he did ok but as time passed and malnutrition, sleep deprivation, and the eventual loss of his web shooters gripped him. The city took notice. Spiderman became sluggish. His lack of webs only adding to the oddity of him. Slowly but Surely the city took notice, and even with there friendly neighborhood Spiderman fighting for them. They began to worry. So did the Avengers.

So, I would just like to say thank you for reading this. I know this chapter seems a little short and abrupt at times, but the main point behind his chapter was simply to give you an Idea of "My Version" of how things went down and yes to those of you wondering this is the TASM version . . . not the civil war version of spider man. As pf right now I have no computer and a fried phone so while I did my best to spell check this I would like to give you the reader a heads up and let you know that I am writing this directly to the site from my Xbox . . . . with a controller. So while posts may take me longer then I wish to get up, I can promise I will do my best to ensure quality. Thank you for reading and TTFN!