Peter was left alone when Lexi nodded, to think. He didn't have his web shooters, or suit, so he was going to have to walk... Except he was on an unfinished building and his girlfriend left him. He didn't blame her, and he probably deserved this punishment. So Peter made his way down (He still had his sticky ability), and took the long walk back home. By the time he got there, school had ended. He was beyond exhausted, and felt like garbage.. "PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!" Aunt May screamed.

Peter sighed and accepted his fate, already feeling guilty. "I just got off the phone with your school..." She said, glaring at him as she was inches from his face. "You've been failing tests, been picking fights, skipping classes. What on earth has gotten in to you?" She demanded, stomping her foot, tears in her eyes. "I am so disappointed in you. And I know exactly what your Uncle Ben would say, I'm sure you do too." Her voice was breaking, she was obviously sick with this news. "Well? Don't stare at the floor, look at me and say something." With that, Peter looked up at her, tears in his eyes as well, and shaking his head as he held back a sob. "I messed up, Aunt May." Peter muttered. "I ruined a lot of things in these past couple weeks, and I don't know if I'll be able to fix them. I guess Uncle Ben's death finally hit me." He said softly. Aunt May's stare didn't soften. "If you think that you're the only one going through hell because of his death, you are wrong. We both have to be strong, Peter. He wouldn't want us to sulk in his loss, and he definitely wouldn't want you to fail your last year in high school. Do you understand me?"

Peter only nodded. If she only knew that he was Spider-Man, and that there was so much that he did, and it was all for her, and Uncle Ben, and everyone he cared about. But he couldn't tell her that. "You better get your grades back up, young man. I want you to drive to the Thompson's house and apologize in person to them, and for God's sake, spend time with Lexi again. She always kept you out of trouble." And with that, Aunt May leaned up to hug the much taller Peter. He still felt terrible, but her comments made a smirk appear, and he hugged her back. "I'm sorry." Peter said.

"It's alright... Just keep moving forward. For Ben." Peter let go of her, and made the exhausting climb up the stairs, and in to his room. It just occurred to him how different his room was now. His camera was in a corner, not touched in weeks. His wardrobe had new additions in it, specifically black attire that made Peter hate "Venom-self" even more, and crumpled up in the corner was his Spider-Man suit, his original one. He walked over and picked it up, sitting down on his bed as he inspected the spider logo on the chest. He remembered when he spent days on designs, buying special fabric for the suit, learning how to sew and finally coming out with a product he was proud of... then he thought of the hundred of other times he spent repairing this suit, or making a new one. It was muscle memory at this point. 

Then his senses went off. He looked up to see Black Cat now standing in his room, looking over at him. When asked if he was alright, he looked back down at his suit, and gave shrug. "Well, lets see... I critically injured numerous criminals and a student, Spider-Man is now more feared than loved, I am now failing every class I'm taking, I'm pretty sure Aunt May is terrified of the man I have become, I have so much black clothes in my closet now that I'm pretty sure that every store in New York is fresh out... And I have been flirting with women while I am dating the world's most fantastic girl, called her something I never should have, and punched her in the face... So, no. I'm not okay." Peter said, running his thumb across the fabric of the suit.