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Today I stand here at the Bank of Queens, where witnesses say they saw a 'purple blur' robbing the bank of all of its profits. Once again we see evidence that the notorious criminal known only as the 'Violet Haze' continues to wreak havoc on the innocent civilians of Queens. The villain's malevolent crimes and ability to remain completely anonymous continues to confound the police department, leaving us with nothing further to report. The city's only hope of stopping this nefarious criminal lies in our friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
"Aunt May, have you seen my Star Wars drawers?" Peter calls out from his room, clothes flying through the air as he sorts through them in a frantic search to find the certain piece of clothing.
"Have you looked in the laundry?" May replies from the kitchen.
Peter ran down the hallway and into the small washing room. A neat pile of folding lay in a basket on top of the washing machine. Peter tore through the piles, carefully placing each item back in its original place, not wanting to provoke the wrath of Aunt May.
Peter's eyes went wide at the sight of the fabric. A small gasp escapes his lips at the sight of his favourite item of clothing.
"Aunt May, did you put my draws in with your washing again?" Peter groans, holding the material in his hands.
"Yes, honey, why?" May calls back, her tone cool and collected.
"Because..." Peter drawls out and holds up his drawers. "The last time I checked, I didn't buy pink drawers."
Aunty May stifles a small giggle, her hand shooting up to cover her evident smile. Tom releases a loud groan, clearly not seeing the same humour Aunt May does in this situation.
"I'm sorry, honey." May apologises, her voice wavering from her recent fits of laughter. "But they're actually purple."
Tom groans once again before trudging back into his room to get dressed. His eyes wander up to the clock hanging above his bed, earning a loud curse to escape his lips. He is going to be late...again.
Pulling on his shamefully purple Empire Strikes Back drawers, he snatches up his backpack. Sprinting down the hallway, he manages to reach the door in record time, but it brought to a halt by Aunt May's voice. He turns swiftly, to see her, hands on her hips and eyebrows raised.
Peter rolls his eyes and jogs over to her, giving her a light peck on her cheek before running out the door. He could hear Aunt May's, 'Have a good day!' fading behind him as he ran down the staircase to the bus stop.
Peter tugs his sleeve back to reveal his watch. 8:13 A.M. Of course I missed the bus...Again.
He rolls his wrist over to reveal his web shooter. A small smirk plays on his wrists as he runs down the closest alley to change into the Spidey Suit. He scans the alley for any witnesses before stripping off his school clothes, leaving him in nothing but his drawers. He snatches up his Spider-Man suit and pulls on each leg, shimmying it up but struggling from the tightness of the fabric.
