Chapter 16 - I am Spider Tobey

Queens – 2000

It’s been three months since I finally completed the bond with the girls. Let me tell you, I can’t put into words what it’s like to have four beautiful goddesses serving you in bed. And even more, I can’t explain the feeling of defeating these goddesses in bed until they beg for mercy. And better yet, seeing them wanting to go again the next day but being too exhausted to do so.

Haha, alright, I won’t brag anymore.

After "defeating" them, I had to pamper them a lot the next day—which I was happy to do. After that, we settled on doing it every other day since they needed a day to recover.

I also used a bit of technology to make myself sterile—after all, we’re all still too young for kids.

Our relationship grew even closer after that, with the bond fully formed.

Well, enough about that. I have some important things to take care of.

Using the Parker Mansion portal, I returned to my room at the Parker residence.

As I went downstairs, I saw Uncle Ben and Aunt May having breakfast.

"Hello there," I greeted them.

"Peter Parker, you’ve barely been home for a month. You need to take care of your body. I know you young people are mesmerized by these new experiences your bodies are going through, but don’t overdo it—especially not with four women keeping you company..." Aunt May started scolding me the moment she laid eyes on me. Ugh, this is embarrassing.

"Aunt May, let’s not talk about this—it’s embarrassing. And I know my body. Actually, I came here today to talk about your bodies," I said, feeling a bit flushed. I mean, it was kind of weird talking about sex with a sweet old lady. Aunt May is currently 66 years old.

"Huh? What are you talking about, son?" Uncle Ben asked, confused by my serious tone. Luckily, my change of topic worked.

"Uncle Ben, Aunt May, I have a way to restore your youth, and I also want to offer you an opportunity," I said solemnly.

"What? Oh, I get it, haha! This isn’t the best way to change the subject, kid, haha," Uncle Ben was surprised at first but soon laughed, thinking I was just nervous and changed the topic randomly.

"No, Uncle Ben, I’m actually serious. Sigh I have to admit, I’ve done a lot behind your backs," I said with a sigh and an apologetic look. I wish I could keep it hidden because I don’t want to interfere too much in their normal lives, but I also don’t want them to die just because I was an idiot.

"Peter, what are you talking about? What have you done behind our backs? Have you gotten involved with drugs? Oh my God, Ben, I told you, even though he’s smart, he’s still just a child! He has no experience with the world, he can be easily influenced—" Aunt May started crying, believing I was involved with drugs.

"Calm down, Aunt May, I’m not involved with drugs. The truth is… I’m Spider-Man," I quickly interrupted before she could spiral further.

"What?!" Uncle and Aunt shouted in unison.

"Haah, Peter, I know how youth is. I know how cool it seems to walk around with a cigarette in your mouth, to drink, to party, to inject yourself with things... but you have to understand that even if it looks cool, you hurt the people around you, and before you realize it, the person you hurt the most is yourself..." And there goes Uncle Ben with a life lesson. Sigh.

Rolling my eyes, I gave a mental command, and my Spider-Man suit appeared on me.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Aunt May screamed, shock written all over her face.

Ugh, Aunt May, you’re breaking character! Weren’t you supposed to be the sweet old lady who doesn’t curse?

Well, whatever.

"Do you believe me now? Sigh Look, Uncle Ben, Aunt May, I can give you back your youth, but I don’t just want to give you youth. I truly love you both, and I don’t want you to die one day from a stray bullet, from tripping and hitting your head, or from any kind of accident just because I only gave you back your youth. I want to give you power too. But knowing Uncle Ben, he’ll probably want to use that power for good, and Aunt May won’t let him go alone. So if that’s the path you two want to take, I’ll train you so you don’t end up getting yourselves killed," I said seriously.

I’ve known them for a long time—long enough to understand what they’ll do if I give them powers.

Oh, I forgot to mention—I’m already Spider-Man.

Since I was going to become Spider-Man at some point anyway, I figured I might as well do it early and save some extra lives along the way. So, two and a half years ago, I built an extremely powerful robot and sent it out as Spider-Man to be a vigilante in New York.

There was still a lot of crime. I didn’t want to take away people’s free will, nor could I just kill them all. So I started cleaning up the police departments, equipping them better, making them more efficient, and, most importantly, increasing police officers' life protection.

Crime rates plummeted over the years. I took control at the top, removed the leeches from the system, improved people’s lives and opportunities for growth, and upgraded the police force.

Of course, there were still those who turned to crime, but most of them did it for power and easy gains—not because life forced them into it.

Either way, Spider-Man took care of the criminals in New York.

In other places, I started placing other heroes.

Before long, my world had Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and thousands of other heroes.

And remember my robot that founded the tech company? The company was called Stark Industries, and the robot’s identity was none other than Tony Stark, who, by the way, last month—after the appearance of a robot stopping crime—held a press conference and said:

"I am Iron Man."