The Importance of Responsibility

I landed in front of the small brownstone house where Aunt May and I lived. It was a cozy two-story house with a white picket fence surrounding the small front yard. I walked up to the door and took out the key, unlocking it quietly. As I stepped inside, I made sure to lock the door behind me.

I made my way upstairs to Aunt May's bedroom, where she was resting. I knew it was my duty to take care of her, especially now that she was sick. As I placed the medicine on the nightstand beside her, I whispered a soft greeting to her.

"Hey, Aunt May. I got your medicine," I said quietly.

Aunt May opened her eyes and smiled weakly at me. "Thank you, dear. How was your day?" she asked.

"It was pretty good. I learned some new things," I replied, not wanting to worry her with the details of my new abilities.

After chatting for a few minutes, I made my way down to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and saw a plate of lasagna with a note attached to it. The note read, "Here's your dinner, Patrick. Eat well. Make sure to heat up first. Love you."

Reading the note, I felt a sense of warmth and gratitude towards Aunt May. She always took care of me, and I was grateful for her love and support. I heated up the lasagna and ate it slowly, thinking about the importance of responsibility and the role I had to play in taking care of Aunt May.

After finishing my meal, I cleaned up the kitchen and headed upstairs to my room.

I entered my room and closed the door behind me. The room was simple yet cozy. There was a twin-sized bed with a nightstand beside it, a desk next to the window, and a closet on the opposite wall. The walls were painted a light blue color, and there were a few posters of my favorite bands and superheroes hanging up. It wasn't much, but it was home.

Checked the time on my phone and realized it was already late. I had completely forgotten about the homework that Mr. Harrington and Mrs. Monica had assigned us. With a sense of urgency, I immediately went to work.

"I can't believe I forgot about the homework," I muttered to myself, feeling frustrated. "I really need to start keeping better track of these things."

I pulled up the assignments on my laptop and grabbed a chair, sitting down at my desk. The desk was positioned next to a window that overlooked the street, and I could see the city lights twinkling in the distance.

"I really need to get this done before midnight or else I'm gonna be in trouble."

Worked diligently on the assignments, determined to finish them as quickly as possible.

Finally, after what felt like hours. Let out a sigh of relief as I typed the final sentence of my assignment. "Finally, all done," I said to myself with a smile. I checked the time once more and realized that it was nearing midnight. "Wow, I barely made it," I muttered to myself.

I got up from my chair and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and change into my pajamas. As I was taking off my shirt, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was surprised by what I saw. My muscles had improved significantly since I last looked at myself.

"Whoa, I can't believe it," I said to myself in disbelief. "Did this happen because of the spider bite?"

I had always been a bit on the skinny side, but now my body was toned and defined in all the right places.

"I'm sure it was the spider bite that did this," I said to myself with a smile. "No wonder I can lift those heavy boxes back at the convenience store so easily now."

After changing into my pajamas, I plopped myself onto my bed. Exhaustion caught up to me, and before I knew it, sleep had taken over. As I drifted off, I couldn't help but smile and reflect on what a day it had been.

As I drifted off to sleep, my mind took me back to a vivid memory from my childhood. I was just a little boy when Uncle Ben saved me from a gunshot. In my dream, I relived the moment as if it was happening all over again. I could hear the sound of the gunshot and feel the fear that had gripped me.

I remember it all so clearly. It was just me and Uncle Ben in the park playing catch, when suddenly we heard commotion nearby. We saw two men running towards us, and Uncle Ben knew something was wrong.

One of the robbers was running past us when Uncle Ben made a move to stop him. The other robber must have seen this and in a split second, pulled out his gun and pointed it straight at me. I froze in fear, unsure of what to do. Then I heard the sound of a gunshot, and for a moment, everything went silent.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Uncle Ben lying on the ground, his body shielding mine from the bullet. I was unharmed, but Uncle Ben was badly injured. I remember feeling so scared and helpless as I watched him.

As Uncle Ben lay on the ground, I could hear him say, "Patrick, move! Get out of here!" But I was frozen in place, unable to move. I remember feeling terrified and confused.

Uncle Ben then said, "It's okay, Patrick. You're safe now. Everything will be okay." He had used his body to shield me from the bullet, taking the hit himself.

In my dream, I could feel the same shaking in my body and the rapid breaths that I had felt that day. Tears streamed down my face as I relived the memory. I whispered to myself, "Thank you, Uncle Ben. I miss you so much."

I lay in bed, the memory of Uncle Ben was still fresh in my mind. I understood that moment more than I ever had before. Uncle Ben had been my first hero, the one person who had always been there for me, no matter what.

He was more than just an uncle to me. He had been a mentor, a confidant, and a friend. He taught me how to throw a ball, how to ride a bike, and how to be a good person. And in that moment, when the robber had pointed his gun at me, Uncle Ben had risked everything to save me.

A sense of gratitude wash over me as I thought about all that Uncle Ben had done for me. I knew that I wouldn't be the person I am today if it weren't for Uncle Ben's guidance and support. I vowed to honor Uncle Ben's memory by living a life that would make him proud.

Suddenly, my alarm clock blared loudly, jolting me awake from my dream. I let out a groggy yawn and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My mind was still lingering on the dream as I checked the time on my phone.

Realizing I only had 10 minutes before the bus arrived, I jumped out of bed and rushed to get ready. I quickly got dressed, brushed my teeth, and grabbed my backpack. As I headed downstairs, I saw Aunt May sitting in the living room, sipping on her tea.

"Good morning, Aunt May," I said, quickly rushing past her.

"Good morning, Patrick," she replied. "Have a good day at school. And be safe."

"Thanks, Aunt May," I said, not stopping as I headed out the door. "See you later!"

I arrived at the bus stop, panting slightly from my rush. I looked up and saw Ned standing there, looking at me with a relieved expression.

"Glad you made it in time, man," he said with a grin.

I let out a breath and smiled back at him. "Me too. Almost didn't make it."

Ned looked at me quizzically and asked, "Why were you late again?,"

I chuckled a bit, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, I had some homework that I forgot to do last night," I explained to Ned.

Ned shook his head in disbelief. "Dude, you gotta start managing your time better. You can't keep showing up late like this."

I chuckled and replied to Ned, "Says who? The master of time management himself?" he added "You're the one who keeps playing Star Wars Battle Front, huh?"

Ned grinned and shrugged. "Hey, it's not my fault the game is so addictive."

"Yeah, I can't argue with that. Maybe I should join you sometime," I said, jokingly.

Ned laughed and we continued to chat and joke around until the bus arrived. We got on, found some seats, and settled in for the ride to school. I think about Uncle Ben again. He had always taught me to be responsible and to manage my time wisely. Maybe it was time to start taking his advice more seriously.

The bus pulled up in front of Midtown High, and Ned and I gathered our things and stepped off the bus. As we made our way towards the entrance, I felt a familiar tingling sensation in the back of my neck.

Before I could figure out what it was, I heard a football flying towards me with a whooshing sound. I quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the ball. I turned to see Flash Thompson, the school jock, grinning at me.

"Nice reflexes, O'Malley!" Flash shouted.

Flash laughed and jogged away. Ned turned to me, clearly surprised, and said, "Wow, you did it again, just like back at Oscorp."

I shook my head and sighed. "Yeah, I don't know what's going on. It's like I have some sort of superpower or something."

Ned looked at me incredulously. "You're kidding, right?"

I chuckled and replied to Ned, "Yeah, I'm just kidding."

Ned and I entered the school, we headed towards our lockers. I noticed Gwen and Mary Jane standing by their lockers nearby. Gwen smiled and greeted us.

"Good morning, guys! How are you doing today?" she asked.

I smiled back and replied, "Morning, Gwen. Doing pretty good, thanks for asking."

Just then, Mary Jane spoke up, looking a bit apologetic. "Hey, sorry about Flash throwing that football at you earlier, Patrick and beating you guys up,"

I shrugged it off and replied, "Ah, it's alright. No harm done."

Ned chimed in, "Yeah, Patrick's got some pretty impressive reflexes,"

Gwen and Mary Jane looked at me with surprise, and I could feel my cheeks flush a little. "Oh, it was just luck," I deflected, trying to downplay the situation.

We finished up at our lockers and headed off to our first class of the day. Despite the small incident with Flash, I was feeling pretty good about the day ahead.

I sat in my seat as Mr. Harrington started his class, but I found myself distracted. I began to experiment with my senses, trying to figure out what had caused the tingling sensation earlier. As I focused, I noticed that my hearing seemed to be more acute than usual, and I could hear the rustling of papers and whispers from other students around the room.

I then realized that I could enhance my senses, just like the spider that had bitten me. I was amazed and a little scared at the same time.

Mr. Harrington interrupted my thoughts, "Patrick, are you paying attention?"

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and replied, "Sorry, Mr. Harrington. I was just lost in thought."

I tried it again, and closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to feel everything around me.

Then, I opened my eyes and looked around the room. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down. Gwen's writing looked slow, and Mr. Harrington was moving like a snail.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around again, amazed at what I was experiencing. "Whoa," I muttered to myself.

Ned looked at me quizzically. "What's going on, man?"

I replied to Ned, "Sorry, Ned, my bad. I just zoned out for a second there."

Ned looked at me skeptically, "Are you sure? You looked like you were in some sort of trance or something."

I chuckled and shook my head, "No, no, it was nothing like that. Just lost in my thoughts for a second."

Ned shrugged, still looking unsure. "Okay, if you say so, man."

I couldn't believe it. My senses had been enhanced thanks to the spider bite. I felt like I could see and hear everything in greater detail than before. But what was that tingling sensation? It had saved me from Flash's football and helped me dodge it in the first place. I needed a name for it.

I pondered over different options. Suddenly, it came to me: Spidey sense. It had a nice ring to it and accurately described what it was - a spider-like sixth sense that warned me of danger. I smiled to myself, feeling like I was starting to understand my new powers a little better.

Mr. Harrington's voice snapped me back to reality. "Patrick, can you tell me what I just said?"

I looked up at him, slightly embarrassed. "Uh, sorry sir. Can you repeat the question?"

He gave me a hard stare and said, "Alright then, can you tell me what the function of the Golgi apparatus is?"

I took a deep breath and replied confidently, "The Golgi apparatus is responsible for processing and packaging proteins and lipids for transportation to their final destinations within the cell."

Mr. Harrington looked surprised for a moment before nodding in approval. "Very good, Patrick. You've been paying attention after all."

The class bell rang, signaling the end of our first period. I gathered my things and turned to Ned and Gwen.

"Ready for Mrs. Monica Warren's class?" I asked them.

Ned nodded enthusiastically, "Definitely. She's the best teacher in the school."

Gwen smiled in agreement, "Yeah, I always learn so much in her classes."

We made our way down the hallway to Mrs. Monica Warren's class, chatting about the upcoming school events and assignments. As we entered the classroom, we took our seats and waited for the lesson to begin.

I felt my spidey sense again. I looked around and saw Flash Thompson tossing a football to me. Without thinking, I dodged to the side, caught the ball in mid-air, and quickly turned to throw it back at Flash.

Flash was caught off guard and stumbled backwards as the ball hit him in the chest. Ned and Gwen looked on in surprise.

"Whoa, nice one, Patrick!" Ned exclaimed.

His gang burst into laughter. I couldn't help but grin at the sight. But my victory was short-lived, as Flash quickly regained his composure and glared at me.

"You think you're so cool, O'Malley," he sneered. "Just wait until gym class today. We're playing dodgeball, and I'll make sure you regret ever embarrassing me."

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Bring it on, Thompson. I'm not afraid of a little dodgeball."

Ned and Gwen looked at me with concern, but I simply smiled at them, trying to reassure them that I could handle myself.

As Mrs. Monica Warren entered the room and began her lecture, I took out my notebook and started jotting down notes. Suddenly, a paper ball flew across the room and hit my desk. I looked up to see Flash grinning at me.

"Hey, O'Malley, heads up!" he said, chuckling.

I felt my Spidey sense and quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the paper ball. Unfortunately, my dodging caused the paper ball to hit Mrs. Monica Warren instead.

She turned around, looking a bit annoyed. "Is there a problem, Mr. Thompson?" she asked sternly.

Flash's grin disappeared and he muttered, "No, sorry Mrs. Warren."

Mrs. Monica Warren gave Flash a stern look. "I will not tolerate disruptive behavior in my classroom, Mr. Thompson. Please see me after class to discuss your behavior."

Mrs. Monica Waren turned to Flash and said, "Alright then since you insist on disrupting my class, Mr. Thompson, perhaps you could answer this question for me. Can you explain the concept of quantum entanglement and its implications in quantum mechanics?"

Flash looked at her blankly, clearly unable to answer the question. The other students in the class started to laugh again, but Mrs. Monica silenced them with a stern look.

Turning back to me, she said, "Patrick, how about you give it a shot?"

I took a deep breath and launched into my explanation of quantum entanglement, feeling a rush of excitement as I spoke. As I finished, I looked around the room and saw that even Flash was staring at me in awe.

Mrs. Monica nodded approvingly. "Very well done, Patrick. It's clear you've been doing your homework. Mr. Thompson, I suggest you take note and follow his example."

Mrs. Monica then turned back to Flash and said, "You should study more, Mr. Thompson, like Patrick here. He's smarter than you and consistently gets better grades."

Flash's gaze landed on me and I could see the rage in his eyes. I thought to myself, "Oh no, he's even more mad at me now." I let out a small sigh, hoping the situation wouldn't escalate.

The class bell rang, I quickly gathered my things and headed towards the door, hoping to avoid any further confrontation with Flash. But it was no use.

"You think you can embarrass me like that in front of everyone?" Flash growled, approaching me with an aggressive stance.

I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "You did that to yourself, Flash," I replied firmly. "It was your disruptive behavior that put you in that situation."

Flash's face turned red with anger. "You're dead, O'Malley," he snarled before turning and storming off in the opposite direction.

But before he could walk away, Mrs. Monica called out to him, "Wait a moment, Mr. Thompson. I need to speak with you about your behavior in class today."

Flash scowled and reluctantly walked back to the classroom as the rest of us filed out.

As we walked out of the classroom, I noticed Ned and Gwen looking at me with concern on their faces.

"What's wrong, guys?" I asked, wondering if something was showing on my face.

"N-nothing," Gwen stammered, exchanging a worried glance with Ned.

"Yeah, nothing," Ned echoed, though his tone sounded unconvincing.

I raised an eyebrow, sensing that there was more to their concern than they were letting on. "Come on, you can tell me. Is something going on?"

Gwen sighed and said, "It's just that...Flash has been bullying you a lot lately, and it's starting to worry us. We don't want you to get hurt."

Ned nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and we don't want you to do anything crazy, like trying to fight him or anything."

I chuckled, grateful for their concern but also feeling a bit embarrassed. "Don't worry, guys. I'm not going to do anything crazy. I can handle myself, and Mrs. Monica has already spoken to Flash about his behavior."

Gwen and Ned still looked hesitant, but I could tell that they were relieved to hear that.

Inside the classroom, Mrs. Monica addressed Flash's disruptive behavior in class. "Mr. Thompson, your behavior today was unacceptable. It not only disrupted the class, but it also showed disrespect towards me and your fellow classmates. This cannot continue."

Flash shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding Mrs. Monica's gaze. She continued, "I expect you to apologize to the class for your behavior and make an effort to improve your conduct in the future."

Flash muttered a half-hearted apology, still not looking up. Mrs. Monica sighed, "I hope you understand the gravity of your actions, Mr. Thompson. You are capable of better behavior and I expect nothing less."

I headed to the cafeteria with Ned and Gwen for lunch. The smell of pizza and french fries filled the air as they walked in.

"I'm starving," Ned said, rubbing his stomach.

"I know, right? I didn't have time for breakfast this morning," Gwen added.

I scanned the room and saw that most of the tables were already occupied, but we managed to find an empty one in the corner.

Ned and Gwen sat down across from me and we started to unpack our lunches.

"I brought PB&J," Ned said as he unwrapped his sandwich.

Gwen pulled out a salad and some fruit from her bag. "I'm trying to eat healthier," she said with a smile.

I unwrapped my turkey and cheese sandwich and took a bite. "I just brought my usual," I said, still chewing.

As we ate, we chatted about our classes and weekend plans. The noise level in the cafeteria gradually increased as more students filed in.

Flash stormed out of the classroom, his mind consumed with thoughts of revenge. "I can't wait for dodgeball," he muttered to himself. "I'll make O'Malley pay for embarrassing me in front of the whole class."

As he walked down the hallway, he could feel his anger building. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, determined to get even with Patrick.

"Just you wait, O'Malley," he muttered under his breath. "You'll regret the day you ever crossed me."

We finished our lunches and headed to our gym locker, with Gwen going to the girls' locker room and Ned and I to the boys' locker room. I quickly changed into my gym clothes, excited for dodge ball. Our gym teacher, Mr. Johnson, walked in and wasted no time in announcing the game.

"Alright, everyone, listen up! It's dodge ball time! Split into two teams and let's get started!"

Mr. Johnson is a typical P.E teacher in every school, with a muscular build and short, cropped hair. He is usually seen wearing a plain t-shirt, athletic shorts, and sneakers. On his wrist, he wears a plain black sports watch to keep track of time during his classes.

Mr. Johnson quickly separated the girls and boys, as he usually did, and announced that Flash and I would be team leaders for the day's game of dodgeball. "Team A will be led by Flash, and Patrick will lead team B," he said, looking at us both. "You two can each pick a member from the class to join your team."

Flash scanned the class and picked all the athletic students, leaving me with the academic ones. Ned and I exchanged a knowing glance, both of us used to being overlooked in P.E. class.

"Looks like we're going to have to strategize, Patrick," Ned said with a grin.

"I don't know, Ned. Flash picked all the athletic students, and we're stuck with the academic ones. I'm not sure if our strategy can win this one," I said, feeling a bit uncertain.

"We're doomed," said another I turned towards the voice and saw Abe, one of our classmates. He looked worried.

Abe had smooth, warm brown skin that glistened in the gym lights. His dark hair was styled in a short, curly afro.

"Don't worry, I'll think of something," I reassured Abe after he expressed his concerns.

I surveyed my team and my heart sank. I knew I could dodge the ball, but looking at my teammates, I wasn't so sure about them. They didn't seem very athletic, and I couldn't tell if any of them could dodge a ball. I sighed to myself, feeling the weight of responsibility on my shoulders.

Gwen and Maryjane looked worried as they saw the situation Team B was in. Gwen expressed her concerns, "Oh no, Patrick's team is not looking good out there." Maryjane chimed in, "Yeah, I don't think they can handle Flash's team."

"Don't worry, Flash isn't gonna murder them. You two worry too much." she said nonchalantly. Liz Allan, another classmate, approaching them from the sideline. She overheard Gwen and Maryjane's concerns.

Liz Allan has blue eyes and long blonde hair that falls in loose waves down her back. She is of average height and has a slim build.

"We're just concerned about Patrick's team. They seem to be struggling against Flash's team. And with Flash's temper, we're worried things might get out of hand." Gwen replied to Liz.

Maryjane interjected, "Yeah, and with what happened between Patrick and Flash in class today, we don't want things to escalate."

Liz shrugged off their concerns, "Come on, guys. It's just dodgeball. I'm sure they'll be fine."

Mr. Johnson blew his whistle and called the two teams to position themselves opposite each other to get ready to play dodge ball. The balls were lined up in the center just like how dodge ball usually starts. I took a deep breath and got ready for the game. I looked over at my teammates, some of them looked nervous and unsure.

Mr. Johnson blew his whistle again to signal the start of dodge ball. I quickly made my way towards the center and managed to grab one ball before the rest were taken by Team A. I looked around and realized I was the only one on my team who had a ball.

Flash shouted, "You're going down!" and threw a ball straight towards Abe's face. It hit him hard, and he was out of the game.

The game was intense, and one by one, my teammates got hit hard by Team A. I could see the disappointment on their faces as they walked back to the sideline. Soon, only Ned and I were left on the court. It was just the two of us against the entire Team A. The pressure was on, and I knew we had to be careful if we wanted to stand a chance.

I saw Flash shouting again, "You're going down next, pig!" and throwing the ball straight at Ned's face. Ned was hit and he was out.

I watched as Ned walked to the sideline, defeated. He turned to me and said, "Win this, Patrick."

"I will," I said confidently as Ned walked to the sideline. I had to come up with a plan fast. The rest of my team was out and it was just me left against Flash and his team.

I looked towards the sideline, I could see Gwen and Maryjane looking even more worried now that it was just me against Team A. Liz, on the other hand, seemed confident as she said, "This is gonna be over soon." I couldn't help but feel a bit of pressure, but I took a deep breath and got ready to face Team A.

Flash taunted me even more with a ball and said, "Get ready, O'Malley!" I braced myself as he threw the first ball. My Spidey Sense kicked in, and I was able to dodge it with ease. Mary Jane and Liz looked surprised at my reflexes, and Gwen got to witness more of my skills in action. Even Ned looked impressed at what he just saw.

"Okay guys, let's take him out!" Flash ordered his teammates, and they all began throwing balls at me. But my Spidey Sense was on high alert, and I was able to dodge each and every one of them with ease. I could hear Gwen and Mary Jane cheering for me from the sideline, and even Ned looked impressed.

"You got this, Patrick!" Gwen shouted.

"Yeah, show them what you're made of!" Mary Jane added.

I continued to dodge each ball that came my way, and soon enough, all of Team A was out of balls.

I looked at the ball in my hand, feeling the weight of it. "My turn," I said confidently, and threw it straight at one of Flash's teammates. The ball hit him square in the chest, and he stumbled backwards, out of the game.

I quickly grabbed another ball from the pile and scanned the field, looking for my next target. One of Flash's teammates was standing on the far right side, and I took aim, winding up my arm. "Take this!" I shouted as I threw the ball with all my might.

The ball sailed through the air, straight towards my intended target. He tried to dodge, but my throw was too fast and too accurate. The ball hit him square in the chest, and he stumbled backwards, out of the game.

"That's two down!" I exclaimed, feeling a rush of adrenaline. I was starting to gain confidence now that I had taken out two of Flash's teammates. But I knew I couldn't get too cocky. There were still four more players left on their team, and they were all formidable opponents.

I felt a surge of confidence as I quickly grabbed another ball and threw it towards another player. But to my disappointment, the player barely dodged it, causing me to grit my teeth in frustration.

I looked over to the sideline and saw Gwen and Maryjane cheering me on, their faces full of excitement. Ned gave me a thumbs up, letting me know that I was holding my own against Flash's team.

I grabbed another ball and took aim at another player, but this time he was too quick and dodged it easily. I knew that I had to be careful now that Team A had four balls on their side of the court.

Flash grabbed one of the four balls and threw it at me, but thanks to my Spidey Sense, I was able to dodge it with ease. As I was dodging, one of Flash's teammates grabbed a ball and threw it at me. In one swift motion, I performed a backflip to avoid getting hit.

I could hear the cheers of my teammates and the gasps of the spectators as I landed back on my feet. I quickly grabbed another ball and took aim at one of the remaining players on Team A. I threw it with all my might, and it struck the player right in the chest, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

Liz stomped her foot in frustration, she ordered Flash to hit Patrick already. "What's taking you so long? Take him out already!" she exclaimed, getting impatient with Flash's inability to eliminate Patrick from the game.

Flash rolled his eyes in response to Liz's comment. "What do you think I'm doing? Trying my best here," he retorted, feeling just as frustrated as Liz that Patrick was still standing.

Looking over at his teammates, Flash quickly gave them instructions. "Okay, guys, let's all throw at the same time. He can't dodge all of us," he said, determined to finally eliminate Patrick from the game.

I was watching Flash and his team closely, analyzing their every move. I knew they were going to try and take me out with everything they had, but I had a plan. I was confident in my Spidey Sense and my reflexes, and I was determined to come out on top.

Suddenly, the three balls came flying towards me, but I was ready. I sprang into action, dodging each ball with ease using my Spidey Sense. The crowd erupted into cheers as I emerged unscathed, with a triumphant grin on my face. It felt good to know that I had what it takes to take on Flash and his team.

I took out the last two members of Team A, leaving only Flash standing, a wave of confidence washed over me. "It's over, Flash," I declared, feeling triumphant.

Flash's face contorted with anger and frustration as he glared at me. "You got lucky," he growled, snatching a ball from the ground.

"It's not luck, Flash," I replied, feeling a sense of satisfaction as I watched him grab a ball from the ground. "I just have good reflexes, that's all."

Without giving Flash a chance to respond, I took aim and threw the ball straight at his face. The impact was satisfying, and Flash stumbled backwards before falling to the ground, out of the game.

The crowd erupted into cheers as I turned to face my teammates, a wide grin spreading across my face. "We did it!" I exclaimed, feeling a sense of pride in our victory.

Gwen and Maryjane ran up to me, grinning from ear to ear. "That was amazing, Patrick!" Gwen exclaimed, giving me a high five.

"Seriously, you were like a ninja out there," Maryjane added, laughing.

Ned came over as well, patting me on the back. "You did great, man. I knew you could do it," he said, a look of admiration in his eyes.

I caught a glimpse of Liz and Flash, both looking defeated and frustrated. But for me, it was a moment of triumph, a memory that I would cherish for a long time to come.