Peter is Spider-Man.
Spider-Man is Peter.
Peter and Spider-Man are the same person.
No matter how many times I repeat it or word it differently, my thick head can't seem to process this fact. He has been the one to fight alongside me all of this time. He saved my life twice and I, his. We just fought. I gave him a freaking uppercut to the jaw that nearly knocked him out. As soon as I had told him that my father is dead, despite the mask covering his face, the realization or the assumption that had shadowed it was clear.
I had to take the subway all the way back towards the school and ride my bike all the way back home. Cassie would've potentially ridden it for me if she was still there, if I wasn't in possession of the keys and if she wasn't terrified to death of motorcycles. The sheer thought of someone riding a two-wheeled vehicle at high speeds on roads with big trucks and vans as psychotic to her.
The traffic light turns yellow, yet I'm still too far to make it this time. I brake at the line and wait patiently because this particular intersection takes what feels like years to switch back to green. I tap my foot on the concrete road as a large group of pedestrians cross jaywalk illegally. Even if I don't care for most illegal things, I despise jaywalking. Instead of just waiting a few minutes or even a few seconds sometimes, they decide on risking their own lives to cross. Maybe my powers could teach them a lesson.
A smirk grows on my face. There are about seven of them. They're all teenagers, a mix of boys and girls, but younger than I am. They're the wannabe leaders of the school so I guess teaching them a valuable life moral won't do much harm... I think.
Reaching into all of their minds is easy. I like to think that the lower an IQ someone has, the easier it is to deceive them. That's why I can easily plant an image in these kids' brains, but doing the two elderly people was hard: because that couple had a high IQ and these people don't. I plant the image of a car screeching past, almost hitting them but instead speeding past. I clap my hands once as the car disappears into dust out of their sight.