𝐖𝐄𝐁𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃, PETER PARKER ¹

009

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Ricky and Michelle had gone out for breakfast while he was still thinking about the box that had his name written on it with Peter's handwriting, so it was a relief when they came back home. He waited until he heard Michelle receive a call from Betty that he went into his room, locking it behind him.

Before they had left, Ricky managed to take the box into his room without Michelle noticing. He sat on his bed with the box in front of him while he wondered what was inside. Was it an early birthday present? An early Christmas gift? Did Peter even know any other Ricky's?

He shook his head before taking the lid of the shoebox off, carefully pulling away the wrapping paper to find Peter's old suit along with an envelope at the top of it.

"What the hell-" Making sure the door had been locked incase Michelle or May entered the room without knocking, he opened the envelope. He took out the piece of paper that had been neatly folded as he carefully unfolded it.

Dear Ricky,

If you're reading this, it means I've died. Whether it had been in an accident or on one of my missions-it had to happen at some point, right? Anyways, I've decided to write you this letter specifically for you. I've kept it hidden from where Aunt May couldn't find it, only you can. I need you to protect and take care of her, Ricky. You know that you're the last thing she's got. I don't want her to suffer because of me. Would you do that for me? Keep doing Saturday family nights because I know how much you both love those. Please don't mourn for me for so long. I want you both to be happy. You're going to be the man of the house, Ricky. That's right, you're going to have to put the video games down for once and get your shit together. Along with having to get a job, I have something for you in the suitcase under my bed. It's my suit. I left it for you. Only for you. You're also going to have to carry my legacy. Michelle and I never got to have the son we wanted, so I'm leaving it to you. Everything that you need is in that suitcase. If you have any problems, you know you can always contact Tony. I love you so much, Ricky. I've always been proud of you and I know you're going to keep doing it now. You're gonna do great. I'm leaving my life to you. Take care of Aunt May for me. Oh, and I left a pair of glasses for you. But only wear those when you know you're ready.

For the next Spider-Man,
I trust you.

Love your
brother, Pete

Ricky scoffed. Him becoming the next Spider-Man? There was no way. There was no way anyone could replace Peter. Not even his own brother. He continued to look inside the box to see his old suit, with the spider symbol facing up. He shook his head, putting the lid back on. "No one can replace you, Peter. Not even me."

The knock on his door is what made him jump as he slid the box under his bed before he unlocked the door seeing a frantic Aunt May.

"May, aren't you supposed to be at work-"

"I got a call from Michelle which worried me and I came home as soon as I could. I thought she was with you-"

Ricky furrowed his eyebrows. "When we came home from eating breakfast, she said she wanted to take a nap, she's sleeping in her room."

He moved past May to enter inside Peter's bedroom, with Michelle not laying on the bed. He looked around, seeing that everything that was hers on the counter was gone. He opened the cabinets-her clothes weren't where she had them.

"She left."

NOTE!

my chapters have all been short but i promise once i get the whole plot in this, i'm going to try to make them longer. but thank you for reading & pls don't forget to vote and comment!!