[ EU ] Uncle Ben is never killed , and the lesson Peter Parker learns that night is that he can use his powers for personal gain and stick it to those who cross him . Because of this , Spider-Man becomes one of the most feared villains in the Marvel Universe .

*With great power comes great responsibility*. That was what my Uncle Ben always said to me as I was growing up. At first I thought it meant that I had a duty to stand up for those in need. To protect the citizens of my city. To be merciful and spare a life, even to those who have caused harm. But that was n't really what Uncle Ben meant. 
 
 `` No! I did n't raise you to be a pussy cunt!'' exclaimed Uncle Ben during breakfast one morning. Aunt May was just finishing up preparing my favourite breakfast. 
 
 `` Language, dear!'' Aunt May scolded. She then put her happy face back on and walked over to my end of the table with a frying pan in hand. `` I cooked your favourite breakfast again, Petey! Wheatcakes!'' She used a spatula to slide off a couple of those bad boys onto my empty plate. I smacked my lips and shovelled them down my mouth. 
 
 `` Do n't fatten him up too much, dear! I can hardly out-wrestle him now!'' joked Uncle Ben. `` But in all honesty, Pete. You really need to man up. You know how all those kids pick on you at school? What's his name. That jock you always cry about. Barry? Wally?'' 
 
 `` Flash, Uncle Ben. Flash Thompson,'' I replied. 
 
 `` Yeah! You ought to go show him who's boss. Do n't let bigger guys step all over you,'' said Uncle Ben. He stood up, wiped his mouth on a napkin and then headed out of the kitchen. `` I'll see you when you get back from school. And pick up some rice from the shop when you come home.'' 
 
 `` What kind, Uncle Ben?'' I asked with a smirk on my face as I play along with our little in-jokes. 
 
 `` Uncle Ben's!'' he answered and guffawed. The front door slammed closed behind him. 
 
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 `` If it is n't Puny Parker,'' taunted Flash as his hulking huge body waddled around the corner towards my locker. 
 
 `` Laugh all you want, Flash. But today, I'm going to have the last laugh,'' I said. 
 
 `` Oohh... I'm shaking, Parker,'' said Flash and laughed along with his group of friends. He had an arm around the shoulders of the banging hot babe, Gwen Stacy, who I secretly had a crush on. She started laughing at me too along with Flash. I felt a red-hot anger boil inside me and my face grew hot. Without realising it, my hands had curled into fists and I punched Flash square in the jaw. The force of my blow knocked him clean off his feet. He flew backwards and hit his back on the staircase railing, knocking him down the steps. 
 
 `` Arrghh!'' he shouted from the bottom of the staircase. His group of friends ran down to check up on him. `` Argggg... I-I-I ca n't feel my legs. I ca n't m-move my legs!'' Never before had I seen big ol' Flash sob like a little baby. I relished it. 
 
 `` You monster!'' yelled Gwen as she stared up at me from the bottom of the stairs. A couple of Flash's strong football friends eyed me and then started to charge towards me. I ran. 
 
 I ran out of the school through the back door. Luckily, the back parking lot was empty at the moment. I slipped my mask on and fired some webbing from my webshooter. It latched onto a structure on the roof of the school building. I then launched myself skyward and landed on the roof. I felt good. I felt strong. But most of all, I felt responsible. So this was what Uncle Ben was trying to get me to do all these years. He wanted to make me feel confident about myself and to use my powers for retribution. 
 
 `` I love responsibility!!'' I screamed at the top of my lungs. A few pigeons grazing near my feet took off in flight, startled by my newfound reason for living. I looked ahead towards the skyscrapers of the city and grinned. Time to do some reckoning. 
 
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 `` Oh, hello Peter. Fancy seeing you during school hours,'' said Dr. Curt Connors as he was just finishing up an experiment in his lab. `` I forgot to thank you for the last time you protected my family when I turned into the... you know.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, about that,'' I said as I inched myself closer to Dr. Connors. `` I actually do n't really take kindly to lizards.'' 
 
 `` Excuse me? Oh and Peter, do n't get too close to that lab bench. It's strictly for RNA purification. I do n't want it to be contaminated with DNA.'' 
 
 I used my hands to grab hold of a lab bench on either side of me and used it to help swing my feet towards the doctor, kicking him backwards. He stumbled backwards a few steps towards the open window. The window was propped open today. And lucky for me, Connors' lab was on the 20th floor of the building. 
 
 `` Incendiary,'' I spoke into the audio receivers of my wrist webshooters. I then fired a couple of webshots at Connors' feet. The webbing ignited some of the nearby flammable chemicals and caused a small explosion, knocking Dr. Curt Connors right out of the window to his death. I jumped out after him of course. But not to save him. But rather to move onto my next target. I smiled. It felt good. 
 
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 A bird-like shadow fell over me as I swung my way through the city. My spider sense was tingling. I looked up. Just as I expected. It was the old fart. The Vulture. He looked down at me with his big ugly nose and cackled like the maniac he was. 
 
 `` Heya Mr. Toomes. Nice weather today, is n't it?'' I greeted him. He spat at me. I easily moved my head to dodge the spit. `` Now that's not very nice. Has n't anyone told you the good news?'' 
 
 `` What news, boy? Do tell me before I tear you to shreds,'' replied the Vulture. As I swung around the corner of an office building, I whipped a strand of webbing up at the Vulture and it latched onto one of his electromagnetic harness. 
 
 `` Turns out that I'm no longer your ordinary household spider pest anymore,'' I said. I shot another strand of webbing at the Vulture. With the two strands in place, I pulled him down towards me. We began to plummet down towards the streets. `` I'm a bird-eating spider.'' 
 
 `` Bah. You know you ca n't thwart my anti-graviton generator harness. You've tried it before!'' crowed the Vulture. 
 
 `` Can you fly blind, though?'' I asked. I used the webs to swing myself up and over the Vulture, landing on his back. I then rode him like the little bitch he was. `` Acid,'' I whispered into my webshooters. I then sprayed some of the web fluid into the Vulture's eyes. I watched him howl in pain as his eyeballs disintegrated. His flight became turbulent and he was now headed straight for a particular pointy and spiky part of a gothic cathedral. At the last moment, I leapt from his back and onto the safety of a gargoyle's back. Adrian Toomes, the Vulture, was not as lucky. 
 
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 `` Extra! Extra! Read all about it!'' hollered a young child on the sidewalk as he waved a new edition of the Daily Bugle in his hand. The front page article that day was written by the big J. Jonah Jameson himself. 
 
 `` SPIDER-MAN - AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE,'' was the headline on the front. An eleven page article then followed it depicting the heroic acts of the masked hero, Spider-man. J. Jonah Jameson concluded the article by offering big cash rewards for more photos of his new favourite citizen, Spider-man. 
 
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 I perched myself up high atop one of the buildings looking directly at the Oscorp building. It was about a block away and I was mentally preparing myself for my confrontation with the Green Goblin. I knew Osborne and his company had designed a number of high-tech gadgets and weaponry, so the Goblin was not to be underestimated. That being said, I was confident in my abilities and the Green Goblin needed to be judged. Once I have taken over the Oscorp building, all its technologies will belong to me. I'll be able to take out the rest of my enemies with even more ease. Not even Doc Ock would stand a chance. Maybe I'll even get some new tech ideas during my raid. I could start a new company. Maybe I'd call it *Parker Industries*. Yeah, I like that name. 
 
 As the sun was starting to dip down behind the horizon, I stood up from my perch and flung myself off the building in the direction of Oscorp. I savoured the feeling of the rushing wind against me as I soared down. Today was a good day. And do n't worry Uncle Ben. I'll be sure to remember to buy the rice before I come home. 
 
 
 
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