Peter's POV:
With my preparations complete, I finnally decided to go on my first patrol as a vigilante. I quickly sneaked out of the apartment and with my skills, it was much easier than I expected. Once I was out, I immediately went to the abandoned train station, I shot my first video at. Once there, I put on my costume. Even though it was made from junk, I managed to make it better. After putting on my suit, I immediately went into the sewage tunnel and started to navigate my way through it to Hell's Kitchen. Why Hell's Kitchen? Only because it has one of the highest crime rates in New York.
Also, it's not wierd for vigilantes to appear there as Daredevil and Punisher are already there. Once I was sure that I was below an abandoned part of Hell's Kitchen, I got out. After getting out, I sprayed myself with deodrant cause I didn't want to stink. Once I was out, I saw that I was in an abandoned warehouse. Once I made sure that the smell was gone, I immediately sneaked outside. I started to jump from one rooftop to another while passively absorbing the extra energy from my movements. As I was moving around, I started to search for any criminal activities that I could find, but for one hour I found nothing.
Just as I was about to call it a night and go back home though, something happened. I heard a cry for help nearby. I couldn't ignore it, afterall this is the reason why I came here. I started to run towards the sound and as I got closer, the source became more clear. Finally I stopped at the nearby building.
No One's POV:
As Peter crouched on the building, he saw the problem. Below, a woman's choked plea cut through the night. Two figures loomed over her, their silhouettes jagged against the flickering streetlight—one brandishing a knife, the other a rusted pipe. Something within Peter became angry when he saw the two thugs trying to rob the woman. 'No fear. No doubts. Just do what you can do.'Peter's mantra echoed in his mind as he dropped silently to the pavement, his sneakers barely whispering against the asphalt. The thugs hadn't noticed him yet.
"Give us your purse. Now!," snarled the knife-wielder, pressing the blade to the woman's throat. Her hands trembled as she fumbled for her purse. And then Peter moved. 'First Rule of Capoeira: Never stop dancing.' Peter reminded himself. He slid into the fray like a shadow, hips swiveling to avoid the pipe swung at his ribs. The thug grunted, momentum carrying him forward—too forward. Peter's palm brushed the man's shoulder, a flicker of warmth spreading through his fingertips as he absorbed some of the momentum from the thug. The thug's knees buckled as if the ground had tilted beneath him due to the imbalance caused by a sudden reduction of momentum. He crashed face-first into a dumpster, pipe clattering away.
"The hell—?!" The second attacker spun, knife slashing wild arcs. Peter ducked, feeling the blade graze his hoodie. He sprang sideways, foot connecting with bricks in a practiced rhythm. For a heartbeat, he hung midair—then pivoted, heel slamming into the thug's wrist. The knife skittered into darkness. The disarmed man lunged, fists swinging. Peter sidestepped, forearm deflecting a punch. His other hand chopped at the man's elbow, guided by instincts he'd newly honed in the dojo. A knee to the gut folded the thug. Peter's fingers brushed his opponent's collarbone, that same warmth pulsing. 'Now, just push a little bit of kinetic energy into him. Just a fraction, so that he remaims immobilised.' Peter thought to himself.
The man gasped, muscles quivering as he collapsed. The woman stared, wide-eyed, at the groaning heap of would-be muggers. "Who…,no, what are you?". Peter hesitated. "You can call me, Ghostwire? Anyways, be careful mam.".He vanished before sirens wailed in the distance. Rain began to fall, washing Hell's Kitchen's grime into the gutters. Peter flexed his hand, still tingling from Acedia's use. He'd used it sparingly—a nudge here, a tremor there—letting skill carry the weight. He smiled faintly. No gadgets. No audience. Just a kid from Queens learning to trust the storm inside. Peter once again made his way back to his apartment and went to sleep. Afterall, he had to go to the Baxter Building, the next day.
Morning arrives, and Peter wakes up and starts to get ready. Once he has a nice shower, he has breakfast with Aunt May. Aunt May and Peter talk and Aunt May questions, how Peter feels about his new internship at the Baxter Building. Peter replies by saying how excited he is and about his new partner, Melissa. Aunt May suggests, he bring over Melissa for a meal after the internship if possible.
May's POV:
Seeing the Peter infront of me, I felt my eyes getting teary. It felt like yesterday when I first saw him as baby, now he is growing into a nice young man. He is trying to make himself better and it's so beautiful. He even has made some new friends other than Gwen. Oh Peter, I'm so proud of you. Today, he is going to the Baxter Building for his first day of internship. I just know that, Peter can achieve great things in the future.
Peter's POV:
After my first night as a vigilante, I felt happy. Happy that I could help somebody without causing any harm to Aunt May. Plus I'm excited for today, because my first day of internship starts today. I quickly gather all my blueprints and my new plan for a neural interface to complement my cybernetic implants. Now, I have to use these to impress my mentor and Mr.Franklin. I also have to make these carefully or a repeat of Dr.Octopus might happen.
I also have to make some new youtube content. 'Maybe I should do some exploration in the abandoned subway below the Brooklyn bridge?' I thought to myself. It would be awesome if I find something interesting there too. I should also make a hoverboard. It's unfair that villains have cool tech. Half of these techs weren't even made by them. 'I also need to get in touch with Gwen, but how do I reveal that I know, she is Ghost-Spider?' I questioned myself.
She is one of my few friends so I have to help her out. Also, from what the news has shown us, she doesn't even have webs. That means, she didn't get her webshooters from the 'Wasp'. Ok, new project ideas are appearing when I think about it. First the cybernetic implants, next the neural interface, and then the hoverboard and finally the webshooters. Don't worry, Peter. You can do it. It's nothing compared to what you have planned for the future. No pressure. No rest for wicked I guess.
________________________________________
Hey y'all. It's your friendly author here. Sorry it took me this long to post it, but I had some studies and I was busy. I wanted to post this chapter yesterday but I accidentally fell asleep, but here it is now. Hope you like this story. Also, I have started two other stories. You can say which one I need to regularly update, but only one.
Ciao