"With great power comes great responsibility. How long has it been since you told me those words, Uncle Ben? Even though I did good and helped the people of this city, they still hate me. After what happened with Otto, they treat me like a wanted criminal. But even so, I kept going like a champion," said Peter, sitting beside his uncle's grave.
"I guess it's time for me to retire from being a hero. New York doesn't need me, and besides, I have to take care of my 5-year-old daughter. You know, Uncle Ben, our dear May Parker is starting school soon, and I'm going to become a teacher. Another thing I haven't told you is that I lost my marriage and all my friends. No one let me explain the truth about the Otto incident—worse yet, they blame me for his death, even though he died after leaving my body. You know, if it weren't for my daughter, I probably wouldn't even be here telling you I'm saying goodbye to the hero life. Goodbye, Uncle Ben. See you next year," said the Spider-Totem, tears welling in his eyes.
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"May, I'm home," said the Totem.
"Daddy!" the little girl exclaimed as soon as she saw Peter.
"Tomorrow, we're going to your school. I managed to enroll you, and since I'm also a teacher now, you'll be able to come home with me every day," the arachnid told the girl in his arms.
"Yes! Thank you, Daddy!" the girl said, overjoyed.
"You're welcome, my little sunshine," Peter replied.
"Stay here and watch TV while I make dinner," Peter told his daughter, turning on the TV before heading to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, the arachnid prepared one of his daughter's favorite meals—spaghetti and meatballs. She loved it.
After finishing dinner, Peter went to the living room of their small but cozy apartment and set the table before going to get his daughter.
"May, dinner's ready," Peter said, carrying her on his shoulder.
"Put me down, Daddy! I'm a big girl now," the Spider-Totem's daughter said, though she still looked happy.
"I know, my little girl is all grown up now," the Totem said, taking her to the kitchen and setting her down in the chair across from him.
After dinner, Peter bathed his daughter and then put her to bed.
"Do you want me to read you a story, my little angel?" the spider asked affectionately.
"Yes, Daddy! Tell me one of your adventure stories!" the arachnid's daughter said excitedly.
"Alright, the story I'll tell you is called Spider-Man vs. The Lizard," the Totem said.
Of course, Peter adapted the story for her, omitting parts he didn't think were suitable for his little Parker. Though, in the end, it seemed unnecessary—his daughter fell asleep within five minutes.
The arachnid tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and left the room.
Once outside, the Spider-Totem looked up at the sky. "This is the last time I'll be Spider-Man."After saying those words, he put on his suit and left the house.
First Person:
I've been in this city for years, protecting it from all its troubles and helping its citizens. But not once—not a single time—did they thank me. At the first mistake (even though it wasn't even my fault), almost everyone abandoned me. The only ones who believed me were Aunt May, Mayday, Valeria, Franklin, and, of course, Deadpool.
Speaking of Deadpool, he started saying weird things again after I told him what happened. He said I'd been "chosen again" while celebrating.
After my last patrol, I headed back home—I didn't want my little girl waking up to find her father missing.
As I swung back, I passed through a small alley where my spider-sense went off. I stopped immediately to check it out, only to find a little girl lying there, wrapped in newspapers with my pictures on them. She looked sick.
When she saw me, her eyes lit up like stars. "Spider-Man…" she whispered—then immediately passed out.
Without hesitation, I tore off my suit and threw it away before picking her up. I knew that if I showed up as Spider-Man, they'd probably try to arrest me instead of helping her.
After taking her to the hospital, I told the nurses I'd found her in an alley and that she was very sick. They said since she didn't seem to have a guardian, they could only treat her—but they didn't know what would happen to her afterward. I offered to take care of her.
The nurses took her to the ICU—her fever was dangerously high—while they called child services and informed them I was willing to adopt the girl I'd found.
When the officers arrived, I wasn't there—I'd gone home to get May so she wouldn't be alone for too long. Luckily, the officers were willing to wait. When I came back carrying a still-sleeping Mayday, they called me over and said they'd run a background check—I met all the requirements to adopt her. The only condition was that I had to move out of my small apartment within two months since it wasn't big enough for two girls.
After signing the papers, I officially became a father on impulse.
(Deadpool: That's a good joke, don't you think, folks?)