Peter Parker scratched his left wrist harshly. Peter examined his action thouroughly, he had left a red smudge on his wrist. It was only a week ago when he was bit by the Super Spider during his class field trip. The organic web that was embedded in his wrists are always fresh and would give off an itchy sensation. Peter knew he had to deal with his new abilities and get used to his new body.
He also kept in mind what his uncle Ben said about power. He must be responsible with how he decides to use this curse, this gift. And what came up as a reply was the birth of the Friendly Spider-Man. He was known all around New York city as a crook, hero, vigilante, heck, anything. But no matter what, Peter will always face hard decision when it comes with doing the right thing, even if the odds are not in his turf, his web turf.
Peter wore the typical blue jeans, running shoes, and a plain white shirt. Peter would normally wear glasses, but since the spider bite, his vision was enhanced which enabled him to see even better than 20/20 vision. The Seventeen year old sat on a bench and watched a marvel from the past. In front of him was what was once a living carnivore, a Tyrannosaurus rex. Peter had always been fascinated with these creatures. Anything with a lomg name had always fascinated Peter. He's persona of a nerd is what you see outside, but in the inside, the truth lies more that can't be told. Who knows what would happen if people knew who Peter has been plsying as. Swinging around the city, fighting criminals, saving civilains.