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The Amazing Spider-Man: Aftermath Chapter EightPeter had always loved Japanese restaurants, the food was great, everyone was always so nice, and he had a faint memory of going to one with his parents as a kid.
When the three arrived at the the restaurant Uncle Adam insisted they sat around a grill, even though it scared his sister. With a smile, he teased his sister about her fear of sharp objects.
"It's not the knives I'm scared of Adam, more so their being thrown around." Was her indignant reply.
Shortly after they ordered the chef came out and turned on the grill. He played around with the knife and metal spatula for a little while, then pulled out his various cooking oils, seasonings and a carton of eggs with a bowl of pre-cooked rice. He spun the eggs around on the grill, threw one up with the spatula and caught it in his hat, and tried to do a sort of juggling with two spatulas. An egg went flying, and Peter, on instinct, lurched forward and grabbed it before it hit the table in front of Uncle Adam.
Uncle Adam blinked, eyebro
The Amazing Spider-Man: Aftermath Chapter SevenPeter opened his eyes and heard a sound that startled him. It took him a moment to realize that it was his own moan. He felt like he'd been run over by a freight train and then been tumble dried on low for an hour. Every part of his body ached, yet he felt numb. His head throbbed and his eyes protested against the little bit of light coming from a lamp. Once he was able to get his eyes to focus somewhat, he realized he was in a hospital room. His hands clenched into fists.
Okay, I don't know why I'm here. Just don't freak out, it's just a hospital.
Peter slowly took in as much of his surroundings as he could without moving his stiff neck. It was a fairly small, generic hospital room. Which he would have been fine with, if he could remember how he had gotten there. Peter strained to remember anything, and finally came up with the gargoyle, the one he named Bruce. That was the last significant thing he remembered.
He put a hand to his head and sighed heavily. He felt banda
The Amazing Spider-Man: Aftermath Chapter SixGwen's fingers glided over the keyboard as quickly as she could get them to. Her feelings were poured onto the digital page as she typed in her diary. When her phone rang the first time she allowed herself to stop typing long enough to reject the call, not even looking to see who it was. Then it rang a second time, and she knew it must be some semblance of important, depending on who it was calling. If it was any of her friends, it could be anything ranging from a break-up to a broken nail. When she averted her attention from the computer screen long enough to read the name on the other screen, she saw that it was Peter. Her fingers stilled completely as she stared at her buzzing phone.
She let her hands fall into her lap and leaned back into her chair. Why on earth would Peter be calling this early in the morning? Why would he be calling at all? This has to be some kind of fluke.
Gwen wasn't mad at Peter. She couldn't make herself, as much as she tried. She was sad, incons
The Amazing Spider-Man: Aftermath Chapter Five"Aunt May, I'm going out for a while." Peter called as he came down the stairs. He rounded the corner to find Aunt May fast asleep on the couch. It was only eight at night, hours before Aunt May normally even considered sleep. He supposed going out made her tired. Once he started thinking about it, he wasn't sure he could remember exactly when the last time she had gone out for fun was. Peter smiled sadly at her and picked her book up off her chest, marking her spot and setting it on the side table.
He walked into the kitchen and got out the pad of sticky notes and a pen, writing out a message that said he was going to look into some photography opportunities and he'd be out late. It wasn't a lie, he just left out several major factors. Peter shouldered his backpack and walked out the front door, locking it behind him.
Peter's worries with the snow were quickly dispelled as the night went on. His webbing seemed to work fine, if a little stiffly, and he had no issue sticking to the wall
The Amazing Spider-Man: Aftermath Chapter FourPeter paced. He paced and paced. Not the back-and-forth across four feet of your bedroom kind of pacing, but a walk up the stairs, go down the hallway, go back downstairs, loop through the kitchen and repeat kind.
Aunt May sat in the living room with a mug of tea in her hands, watching without a word as Peter walk past her repeatedly. She wondered when he would tire of the constant moving. As far as Aunt May knew, Peter had never had this much stamina. Not that it took too much energy to walk up the stairs; more that he had been doing it for forty minutes without stopping once.
It was nearly eleven in the morning on a Sunday. Neither aunt or nephew had any plans. After a small breakfast of frozen waffles, Peter had begun pacing and Aunt May had taken her seat on the couch.
Peter crossed his arms and watched the ground while he paced. It's been two weeks since I've spoken to Gwen. I'm surprised I've managed to stay away this long. Peter you're such an arse. You shouldn't be prou
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