Post by Spider-Man on May 22, 2006 11:37:59 GMT -5
Peter Parker's life had spiralled totally out of control.
He'd lost everything. His wife, his aunt, even his country!
All he had now was one friend who constantly wore a porcalin Guy Fawkes mask and few hours sleep.
Peter spent most of his time at V's shadow gallery in the Library. There he could be alone, think and mourn.
He read a lot about physics, mathematics and chemistry. The kind of things that gave him comfort in his teens whenever the world came crashing down on him.
Once V had realised Peter's flare for scientific discovery, V had commented joyfully with,
"No one is poor, except he who lacks knowledge."
To which Peter replied, "Shakespeare?"
V shook his head. "The Simpsons." He answered, causing Peter to chuckle slightly.
Peter now read the last book on Thermodynamics in V's massive library. And lay back on the arm chair that stood in the centre of the room.
Then something happened which Peter hoped wouldn't happen ever again.
His memories returned.
Mary Jane's shiny red hair, her fabulous curves and her sweet, amazing voice echoed in the deepest reaches of his head.
He was overwhelmed with sorrow.
Flashing images of the death of children and loss of fellow Americans flooded his brain as he was trapped in a different country.
But then he saw something. Something he hadn't seen since the days when he wore thick glasses and shorts.
The bible.
It sat there on a desk, placed delicately.
With equal delicacy, Peter took it and read from it. Since his childhood, Peter was a protestant christian. He'd been brought up to believe in God, and did so. Even if God was not a person who controlled time and space, he felt that he was at the very least the greatest force in existence.
Psalms 23:4
"Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil; for thou art with me..."
Peter read aloud.
He smiled, feeling comforted by the words.
He placed the book in the same place he had found and left the room. But not before looking up and saying,
"God? Not to be picky or anything, but in my next life could I be bitten by a radioactive Brad Pitt?" The ceiling gave silence as its answer. "Just a thought."
He'd lost everything. His wife, his aunt, even his country!
All he had now was one friend who constantly wore a porcalin Guy Fawkes mask and few hours sleep.
Peter spent most of his time at V's shadow gallery in the Library. There he could be alone, think and mourn.
He read a lot about physics, mathematics and chemistry. The kind of things that gave him comfort in his teens whenever the world came crashing down on him.
Once V had realised Peter's flare for scientific discovery, V had commented joyfully with,
"No one is poor, except he who lacks knowledge."
To which Peter replied, "Shakespeare?"
V shook his head. "The Simpsons." He answered, causing Peter to chuckle slightly.
Peter now read the last book on Thermodynamics in V's massive library. And lay back on the arm chair that stood in the centre of the room.
Then something happened which Peter hoped wouldn't happen ever again.
His memories returned.
Mary Jane's shiny red hair, her fabulous curves and her sweet, amazing voice echoed in the deepest reaches of his head.
He was overwhelmed with sorrow.
Flashing images of the death of children and loss of fellow Americans flooded his brain as he was trapped in a different country.
But then he saw something. Something he hadn't seen since the days when he wore thick glasses and shorts.
The bible.
It sat there on a desk, placed delicately.
With equal delicacy, Peter took it and read from it. Since his childhood, Peter was a protestant christian. He'd been brought up to believe in God, and did so. Even if God was not a person who controlled time and space, he felt that he was at the very least the greatest force in existence.
Psalms 23:4
"Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil; for thou art with me..."
Peter read aloud.
He smiled, feeling comforted by the words.
He placed the book in the same place he had found and left the room. But not before looking up and saying,
"God? Not to be picky or anything, but in my next life could I be bitten by a radioactive Brad Pitt?" The ceiling gave silence as its answer. "Just a thought."
