Peter landed on top of the stolen car, the whispers in his head getting louder as his anger built up. He thought about his Uncle, and the man who shot him just for his car. Peter leaned to the side, ripping open the passenger side door, and yanking the man out, not even bothering shooting a web to cushion his fall. Peter calculated that they weren't going fast enough to kill the guy... He then leaned back on the top of the car, his spider senses going off just in time for him to dodge a few bullets shooting through the roof. 

Peter broke the front windshield window, ripping the steering wheel out of the car, and tossing it aside, the car going completely out of control as the driver tried to slam on the breaks. Peter jumped off just in time for the car to crash into a street light. Peter walked over to the driver, fighting to remain conscious in the driver's seat. The black suited Spider-Man once again ripped the car door open, and yanked the man out, throwing him on the asphalt. He absolutely hated these guys. While in thought, the man on the ground pulled out his gun and fired, Peter dodging just in time, but he grazed him, leaving a cut, and opening in the suit... But the suit simply connected again with little tentacles. Peter turned to the man, tilting his head. 

Peter grabbed him by the shoulders, and then punching the man square in the face, and shoving him back down to the ground. "Whoah! Spidey!" A man yelled. He turned around to see the cops chasing the car have stopped, and for the first time since the first few months of him being Spider-Man, they had their weapons aimed at him. "Take it easy man, you got him. That's some unnecessary roughness." He claimed. Peter just shrugged. "Sorry. Must have slipped." Spider-Man smirked behind his mask, and then he was off.

Peter landed on a roof, taking in the scene. Ambulances taking away the criminals, crowds gathering... This should have made Peter angry with himself. He could have left everyone with little damage to not only the city, but to the people as well. He could already see the Daily Bugle articles now: "Spider-Man a Lose Cannon! Arrest Him!" But the more crooks in jail, the better this city was. 

Then his hand was grabbed by something, and he turned around. All he did was smile to see Lexi glaring at him. Was she mad at him? Why? He was confident! Putting people away in the streets! Feeling free and powerful! But that smile soon turned to a frown as she continued to talk. Oh he had a lot to say, but he couldn't get a word in... And then the insults came. The voices in his head whispered harshly in his mind, saying she was a traitor, and dangerous. As you can tell, this left Peter very confused. He would have never in a million years expected to hear those words coming from his Lexi's mouth. His sadness soon turned to anger, the voices and suit taking control. She ran off, and in a blink of an eye, so was Peter.

Normally Black Cat could outrun Spider-Man for a little bit, but with his new senses and power, it didn't take long for Peter to catch up with her. Peter Parker would never hurt Lexi... But the Black Suit had no morals. After a few attempts of trying to get her but not succeeding, he finally planted a string of web on her waist, and as he landed on a building top, he yanked hard on the web, pulling her towards him with all his force. "So you're going to side with him, eh? You're going to side with the cops, and the Bugle, and EVERYONE who talks shit about the Mighty Spider-Man? I am a god! I punish those who do bad! I can do whatever the hell I want! I am not a weakling, and I am very far from being a freak, you bitch!" And with that he swung his fist at her with blinding speed, and full force.

This is when Peter Parker screamed inside his head, in protest of his actions. He was attacking his rock, his hero. He was hurting the one he adored and loved in so many ways over the last few weeks, and it all of the sudden hit him. The voices in his head were gone for the time being. Those whispers haven't been quiet for a very long time.

Disgust, rage, fear, shame, disappointment all washed over him, and he just stood there in frozen fear after his punch landed, with all the regret in his heart. He changed. He was not a god. He was a monster, and he couldn't take a second more of this. He finally looked at his hands, as if examining them for what they were for the first time. 

Then the images of the night he first got the suit crashed in his mind. He was attacked by the same ooze that made Harry go insane, that tied Lexi up and almost killed her... Oh god... What has he done?! Who was he?!

"Lex...I...." He barely muttered, reaching for her, but stopping, watching in horror as she flinched and moved away from him. She was afraid of him. He had lost control of everything he was, and what he stood for. This suit gave him power, but in all reality, Peter couldn't care less about that. That wasn't what Spider-Man was about. That isn't what drove him. Uncle Ben was. Aunt May, the kids who wore spider-man masks and the people who slept easy at night knowing Spider-Man would be there to protect them. Most importantly, Lexi Rogers is what drove him... And now, she wanted nothing to do with the man he turned in to. He pulled his hand back, and then instantly trying to rip the mask off, but it didn't budge, tentacles formed around his hand as he tried, but it always formed back to the mask.

He backed away, still trying, but it was no use. He had to take this thing off. In desperation, shame, and the feeling of self hatred, he zipped off the roof, and started swinging as fast as he could. he needed to get this suit off, but how?! Think Peter, Think!