Peter woke up in his spider-Man outfit, but his mask off. He was exhausted after his last night interview and stopping a late night drug deal. He heard his Aunt try to get in earlier that morning, and had to desperately take off the suit before he opened the door. Aunt May told him that he should start taking things out of the old office... He went back to his room and changed in to a ruined white shirt covered in paint, some jeans, and his old converse. It had been months since he's entered the room that used to be Uncle Ben's office... and to be honest, hew wasn't sure if he wanted to.

As he stepped in he saw he took a look around. There was a desk with an dusty computer with a ton of files. Posters of old rock bands, an electric guitar, and pictures of his family hung the wall. Peter started off, moving everything away from the walls, and heaving giant boxes out in to the hallway. He took the items off the walls one by one, then started the desk. He shoveled old pencils and papers in to the box, then stopped, looking at a picture. He forced himself not to look at the pictures he took off the wall, but he couldn't help it with this one...

It was a picture of Peter when he was only 7. His hair was a mess as always, wearing glasses, and holding up his very first camera. By his side was a small little raven haired girl, smiling her missing toothed smile at the camera... and on his other side was Uncle Ben, giving a smile that couldn't be matched at Peter's face when he saw the camera... Peter sat down, staring at the photo, covering his mouth, resisting the urge to cry. 

Then he heard a knock on the door, and in came Lexi. He looked at her, she was beatiful, even her bare feet looked perfect. Peter gave a weak smile, then stood up, putting the picture in the box. "hey, Lex... I didn't know you were coming to help..." He said, not wanting to her to see him on the verge of breaking down.