Hello guys My name Is Peter Parker and you probably Know me as Spider-Man, you know the rest right.

I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and suddenly everything changed. I mean, at first it was just weird, like my senses were dialed up to eleven. I could hear things I'd never noticed before, see details I never paid attention to. And then there were the webs. Yeah, you heard me right, webs. Shooting out of my wrists like I was some kind of mutant spider or something.

I could've just used my powers for myself, swung around the city having fun, but I knew it wasn't just about the powers. It was about responsibility. Uncle Ben always used to say that, you know? 'With great power comes great responsibility.' And I never really understood it until that night.

And For the last 10 years, I've been the one and only Spider-Man, swinging through the streets of New York City.

Also let me tell you, being Spider-Man ain't all it's cracked up to be. Sure, swinging through the city, stopping bad guys, it's exhilarating. But there's a weight that comes with it, a burden that never really goes away. People look up to me, rely on me to keep them safe. And yeah, I do my best, but sometimes it feels like it's never enough.

I've lost count of the number of times I've had to make tough choices, sacrifices that no one should ever have to make. And yeah, there have been victories too, moments where I've saved the day and felt like a true hero. But those moments are few and far between compared to the struggles.

But despite it all, I wouldn't trade being Spider-Man for anything. Because with every punch I throw, every web I sling, I'm making a difference. I'm honoring Uncle Ben's memory, living up to the motto that's guided me all these years.

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By the way After fighting non-stop for a whole day, trying to track down Kingpin and his dangerous super collider was really wearing me out. Imagine dodging punches, swinging around, and battling bad guys for hours on end—it was exhausting. And to top it off, I still hadn't found where Kingpin was hiding that collider.

After endless hours of swinging through the city, my muscles ached with fatigue, but determination pushed me forward. And then, finally, there it was—the location of Kingpin's hidden super collider.

As I approached Kingpin's location, my mind drifted to memories of Mary Jane and Aunt May. The thought of leaving Mary Jane and Aunt May alone filled me with fear. I knew they would be heartbroken if anything happened to me. Mary Jane's love would be shattered, and Aunt May would be left grieving for her nephew.

But despite my exhaustion and the pain of imagining their sadness, I couldn't stop now. The city needed me, and I was determined to do whatever it took to keep it safe. So, with a heavy heart, I pushed aside my fears and pressed on, knowing that my loved ones would understand that I had to do what was necessary, no matter how difficult it was.

So now, as I stood before Kingpin, I couldn't dwell on the past. The fate of the world hung in the balance, and I had to stop him from completing that super collider.

"Hey, big guy," I called out as I approached, my voice carrying a mixture of determination and weariness.

But instead of Kingpin, it was Norman Osborn, or perhaps his alter ego, the Green Goblin, who stood before me, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of madness and malice. "Spider-Man!!" he shouted, his voice reverberating through the air.

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The battle raged on, each movement calculated, each dodge crucial in the fight against the Green Goblin's relentless assault.

"Norman, listen to me," I called out amidst the chaos, my voice strained with determination.

I swung quickly to the side, just dodging Norman's punch. Then, he shot out a blast of fire at me. I dodged that too, feeling the heat as it zipped past.

"Spider-Man!!" Norman's voice echoed, a mixture of rage and desperation.

"I cannot let you open a portal to another dimension," I asserted, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve. "Brooklyn is not zoned for that."

Norman's response was filled with frustration and bitterness. "It's not up to me," he snapped, as if admitting his lack of control over the situation.

As I deftly avoided another of his punches, I seized the opportunity to appeal to his sense of reason. "Okay, tell your boss, Kingpin, to stop what he's doing," I urged, hoping to break through to the humanity buried beneath the Green Goblin's facade.

"Why won't you quit?!" he snarled, frustration boiling over as our battle reached its peak.

"I guess I like Brooklyn not being sucked into a black hole," I said, hoping to lighten the mood amidst our intense confrontation.

But the Green Goblin's response was nothing short of fury. "Aurg!! You mother fucker," he growled, his anger palpable.

Refusing to yield, I persisted in my mission to safeguard the city. "Maybe Staten Island suits your plans, but not Brooklyn," I retorted, my resolve unwavering despite the Green Goblin's relentless attacks.

Dodging Norman's furious strikes, my focus sharpened as I spotted a way to evade his relentless assault—a potential escape route. Then without a moment to think, I quickly took advantage of the opening I saw and swung towards the location of the super collider. I knew that stopping it was the most important thing to do if I wanted to save the city.

As I was about to reach the super collider's location, I saw something terrifying—a kid falling from a height. Without a second thought, I changed my direction. I couldn't let that child get hurt. So, I forgot about the collider for a moment and swung towards the kid to save him.

My heart pounded as I quickly flew down and grabbed the falling kid. Wind rushed past us as I made sure he was safe before swinging us to a nearby spot away from all the craziness happening.

Once I had ensured the child's safety and brought him to a secure location, I couldn't help but notice his untied shoelaces.

With a breathless chuckle, I remarked, "Did you know your shoes are untied?"

His silent nod was all the confirmation I needed.

"Uh-huh," I continued, my breath coming in heavy pants from the exertion. "This is a onesie, so I don't really have to worry about it."

But as I gazed into the child's eyes, a sense of recognition washed over me. There was something about him, something familiar that struck a chord deep within me. And then it hit me—he was like me, like Spider-Man.

"I thought I was the only one..." I murmured, disbelief coloring my voice. "You're like me."

[New Arc Spider Verse]