"I've taken good care of the house Peter. I've set up your room nice and cozy." May smiles.

I nod. It's so awkward. I can't talk to her. I can't say what's in my head. I just want to scream actually. I want to yell. I want to cry. But I can't. I can't even whisper. I turn to the window. This city will have to get used to not having a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. 

"Okay, we're home Peter." Aunt May gets out.

Cool. I open the door. Aunt May gets my suitcase. I let out a breath. I'm going to have to get used to living without the tech. Aunt May leads me to the door. I put my hand on the handle. My thought's freeze. I can't... I can't... I can't...

"Peter, is everything alright dear?" She asks.

I look down. I finally decide to stop being a baby and I open the door. It looks the same as it was five years ago. The same furniture. The same-colored carpet. I let out a sigh of relief. I was so scared that this place wouldn't be the same. 

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"Okay, he's gone in." I mutter.

Nice house but I'm not leaving him out of my sight for one minute.

"You know, you don't have to narrate what he's doing." Dr. Pheobe says.

"I know. I know. I just want to keep him safe." I say.

"You know he has his aunt, right?" She asks.

"I'm not taking chances. How do I know she won't just drop him off at a street?" I ask.

"You really don't know anything about family, do you?" She asks.

"I know him. I don't need anything else." I press off on my watch.