Peters body felt like it’d been hit by a truck and it might as well had. The boy returned home late in the night and went straight to bed.
Luckily his healing factor even though not all curing had fixed his shoulder and ribs but his leg though not broken was still sore. The boy walked through the halls of canterlot high with a limp and felt his body turn against him with each step.
The boy saw standing by his locker the girl whom he had ditched last night.
Trixie looked peter up and down, a sad look on her face.
“What happened to you, peter.” Her voice eeked with concern as she looked at his leg.
“On my way home I got hit by some debris during the battle between spiderman and the vulture.”
Trixie crossed her arms then sighed. “Oh, another thing that was my uncles fault.”
“Are you doing okay?”
“Not really, I found out my uncle was a supervillian and I cant even keep a boys interest enough for him to want to stay at a dance with me. I guess my family just doesn’t have much luck.”
“Trixie, i’m sorry for ditching you but I will make it up to you.”
Trixie turned her head. “Peter, its not you. My uncle adrian was my best friend… and I hate to think that I was foolish enough to believe that he was a good guy.” Trixie then sniffled.
Peter put his hand on trixies shoulder, catching the girls attention, “Sometimes… good people, do bad things.”
Trixies eyes lit up with starlight. She then pouted and turned “Don’t think this gets you out of trouble for ditching the great and powerful trixie. She demands that you do a make up date for her and make it fun.”
Peter smiles. “How’s about we go to the magical showcase next week. You know with your favorite stage magicians being on the grand stage.”
“Don’t get trixie’s hopes up. Those tickets have been sold out for months.”
Peter then pulls two tickets out of his pockets. “Then what are these?”
Trixie side eyed peter then jumped forward and grabbed the tickets. “Oh my gosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, peter how did you get these.”
Trixie leapt at peter and hugged him with a squeal.
“Let’s just say they were a gift from a family friend.”
Peter remembered the call he got first thing in the morning from adrian tombs who told peter where to find the tickets and to have his niece home at a reasonable hour.
The Boy hugged trixie back then looked out the window at a bright sunny day.
I still have a lot to learn at being a hero. But I know I can make you proud uncle ben. I love you , wherever you are. I hope you know that you gave the world… me… inspiration to be better.