I pull on my shirt. I'm going home. I haven't seen Aunt May in a while. I suppose this would be nice. I missed her. But... she's really worried about me. I bury my face into my hands. I don't know. I don't know how to feel. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I feel like a failure. Uncle Ben... I'm so sorry.

"Are you okay punk?" Scarlet takes my hand.

I look down. 

"I know." He sighs.

I let out a breath. I grab my shoe. It slips out of my hands. I wince as I pull my hamstring accidentally. Scarlet takes my shoe. I look down at him. He grabs the other. He places them on my foot. I stand up. Scarlet stands.

"Don't worry punk. I'll be watching you." He says.

<~~~>    <~~~>   <~~~>

"Peter!" Aunt May hugs me.

I grip my suitcase. I just smile. I would say hi but for obvious reasons... I can't. 

"Here let me get this." Aunt May grabs my suitcase. 

I open my mouth to say 'don't worry I got this' but she just looks at me. I knew it was best not to argue with her. She puts it in the car. I walk forward. I turn. I don't see him, but I know he's watching me. It feels better knowing that I'm not going home alone. I get into the car.

"Seatbelt Peter." May says.

I nod. I strap in.

"Now let's go home." She smiles.