I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 2 Peter Parker's Opening Moments

Peter Parker felt like he was back in his childhood, the day he said goodbye to his parents. That day, he was taken to Uncle Ben's house by his parents. After talking with his uncle and aunt, his parents didn't tell him why he was leaving, but just told him: "Listen to your uncle and aunt."

He remembers telling his parents that he had found something, that he knew they were dangerous, and that he wanted to help.

"I know you're smart and sometimes you don't act like a twelve-year-old. But this isn't something you, a child, can help us with. Listen to Uncle Ben and Aunt May, understand?"

Peter couldn't quite remember what he had said. He tried to recall, but the sound of the alarm clock interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to reality.

In his morning grumpiness, he raised his hand and hesitated for a second. At this moment, Uncle Ben's voice came from outside the door.

"Fifth day in a row of trying not to get grouchy, Peter."

"It's the sixth day, Uncle Ben."

Peter gently pressed the alarm and sat up suddenly. Uncle Ben had already opened the door. Benjamin Parker was a man of about forty years old, a little plump, but still looked strong. He was completely different from the Uncle Ben in other universes who were just old men.

"You came home too late yesterday. Your Aunt Mei doesn't want you to learn bad habits and hang around like a gangster when you're about to go to high school."

"Did you tell her I was delayed?"

"Lost the time in the library again? You'll have to come up with a better excuse next time."

Uncle Ben smiled and closed the door, while reminding: "Hurry up, we still have to go for a morning run."

No matter what Spider-Man looks like outside, Peter Parker is just a 15-year-old high school student... a quasi-high school student.

"Did you know that high school in the United States lasts four years? From the age of fifteen to eighteen."

Peter, who was used to talking to himself, said this as he put on his clothes, then quickly went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He put the toothbrush in his mouth and continued incoherently:
"But you probably don't know that Uncle Ben was in the military, in the Marines, and he served overseas. Pretty impressive, right? I mean, wow."

After a quick wash and a quick face wash, Peter began his morning workout. He and Uncle Ben jogged for five kilometers, then returned for breakfast cooked by Aunt May. The purpose of the run wasn't to build endurance, but to better disguise himself as a normal person—otherwise, Peter could easily set a world record.

Not only did Uncle Ben help him disguise himself as an ordinary person, but he also taught Peter a lot: battlefield reconnaissance techniques, combat training, planning retreat routes, and avoiding surveillance and sight. Without this training, it is unlikely that Peter would have grown into a Spider-Man who he considers to be quite qualified in just five months.

"So, what happened yesterday?"

"You know, wandering around the ruins of New York, finding some criminals, tying them up and sending them to the police."

Uncle Ben's face had begun to turn red due to the intense exercise, while Peter seemed quite relaxed and even spoke without breathing heavily.

"But there are fewer and fewer smugglers now, Uncle Ben. After all, the Battle of New York has been over three months ago, and September is almost here. Maybe I won't have to check those things soon."

Uncle Ben sighed, not sure if he was lamenting that the Disaster Control Agency had spent more than three months yet to clear the rubble, or if he was glad that it was finally going to be cleared.

He thought back to what had happened recently. More than five months ago, his nephew had gone to a science fair and had become secretive since returning. He had been doing something but had kept it a secret from him and Mei, causing them to worry for a long time.

Until one day, Peter uneasily told him the truth: he was bitten by a radioactive mutant spider at a science and technology exhibition and gained spider-like superpowers: climbing walls, jumping ability, danger perception, and physical fitness beyond ordinary people - but he couldn't spin silk.

"I...I want to do something. Maybe I can be a hero, or make some money from this or something. What should I do, Uncle Ben?"

Ben wanted to tell Peter, "With great power comes great responsibility," but he held back. Peter was only fifteen, after all, and he knew that superheroes weren't as glamorous as they were portrayed. Just look at the freaks they had to deal with, and you could tell how dangerous this could be.

To Ben, who has no children of his own, Peter is his own child and he doesn't want to put him in danger.

He simply said:
"As long as you don't use this power to hurt others, Peter, Uncle Ben supports you in whatever choice you make. I believe May does too."

Some time later, a fire broke out near their home. When Uncle Ben and his neighbors went to put out the fire, he saw a scene that he could never forget: Peter jumped down from the second floor holding a child and rescued the child.

"I'm...I'm scared, Uncle Ben."

He still remembered that later in the car, Peter almost trembled and told him:
"There were flames all around, and a beam collapsed and hit my arm, and it still hurts. I... I didn't want to go in, Uncle Ben. But I heard the little girl crying, and she wanted someone to save her."

"I could have gone to save her. I'm not powerless. I'm really afraid that I won't be able to get out after I go in... But what if I could have saved her, but because I didn't go, she never gets out? I seem to be more afraid of this. I'm even more afraid of dreaming at night about those people I could have saved, asking me why I didn't lend a hand."

Peter didn't choose to become Spider-Man because he wanted to help others, but because he was afraid that he couldn't help those he could help. When he became a superhero, it wasn't strength or a sense of superiority that drove him.

But I am afraid of the disappointment of not being able to lend a hand to all those who beg for help.

At that moment, Benjamin Parker knew that his nephew could become the greatest hero in the world.

He began to worry that Peter might not be able to hold on one day, but he chose to support Peter's choice. So, he took out the skills he had learned in the Marine Corps and began to train his nephew until now.

Peter also showed his talents. He was intelligent, like his deceased parents. He even found clues in some scattered manuscripts of his father Richard, synthesized spider fluid, and then made his own web shooters. They both loved spiders, so in that respect he really did take after his father...

"Maybe once the rubble is cleared, the smugglers will run away on their own. Then I'll just have to help catch a thief or rescue a cat on my way to and from school..."

Peter ran backwards, looking at his uncle who seemed distracted, and asked, "Uncle Ben?"

"Oh, that's good. Your Aunt Mei won't have to worry about whether you're hanging out with some punks."

"She knows I won't."

Peter and Ben laughed together, then Peter turned and ran side by side with Uncle Ben.

"Once Central Station is cleared, how about we go get some kebab?"

A basement in New York.

A black man who looked to be in his twenties and had dreadlocks walked into an unfinished building carrying a bag of things - this was his base, which contained a simple mattress, a desk lamp, and seven or eight companions.

“This is today’s harvest.”

He distributed the money in the bag to his men. One of them asked, "Herman, why is the money getting less every day?"

"There's less and less stuff to salvage from the rubble, and fewer and fewer buyers. That group calling themselves AIM withdrew last week, and even the people in Hell's Kitchen aren't buying much anymore. I have to find someone else who's willing to take on these alien things and risk getting beaten up by Iron Man. Not to mention there's this weirdo in a tights and a web-head who's been giving us trouble lately."

After the black man named Herman finished speaking, another of his men complained, "You shouldn't have hidden those goods. Now there's nowhere to sell them."

Hearing this, Herman laughed instead.

"Guys, New York's goods are valuable, but they're not infinite. We have to think about the future. I used to be the best locksmith in New York and made the most powerful safe-picking tools."

"But today, thanks to the help of our alien friends, I used the remaining supplies to create something even more powerful."

As he spoke, he pulled out a gun-like object from his satchel. It was simple, with a blue energy tank connected to a Chitauri battery, a knob, and a trigger.

"what is this?"

"A lock pick, a shockwave generator. Here's the knob to adjust the output power. On level one, we can knock a man down."

Herman fired at the concrete piles beside him, and the invisible shock waves shook the concrete piles.

"But if I turn up the power to second gear..."

A sharp sound was heard and the concrete pillar was shattered directly.

The younger brothers suddenly became excited.

"What about the highest power?!"

"I haven't tried it, but if my calculations are correct, it should be no problem to blow up a building. So I set the safety so that the highest I can drive is third gear."

The younger brothers exclaimed "cool" one after another. The most important thing was that Herman took out more than one of these things, and gave one to each of the younger brothers.

There are quite a few concrete piles in the unfinished building, and they can try out the power of this new thing to their heart's content.

And this is the "lock opener" made by Hermann, which can open any safe and vault door.

"Hermann!" A younger brother who had tried out the new weapon couldn't help but laugh. "What's this thing called? Does it have a name?"

"Of course, it's called Thriller. Thriller by Hermann Schulz."

Herman picked up a scare and said confidently:
"Neither the Spider-Freak nor the Avengers can stop us. By then, all of New York, no, all of America will know. The best engineers aren't those nerds in college, nor are they those white guys with glasses. I'll prove one thing to those idiots who only care about academic qualifications and skin color."

"I, Hermann Schultz, have created something they cannot replicate—"

"Thriller."

PS: Herman Schultz, also known as Shocker, first appeared in The Amazing Spider-Man #46 (March 1967). He was a gifted engineer and safe-deposit locksmith who didn't complete compulsory education. In the comics, he invented a pair of shockwave-firing gloves while in prison to escape (a talent), and used them as a weapon, becoming Shocker.

The book adapted him into a black character for the purpose of plot arrangement to facilitate the development of the plot.

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(End of this chapter)