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Peter Parker stood outside his locked apartment in disbelief. Earlier, he had attempted to enter by the window, but even the alternative entrance he used as Spider-man was locked. He could see through the frosty window pane that none of his things were in there. That would explain, why half his things were outside the apartment, and the rest probably stolen. He went to the landlord’s apartment and knocked on the door repeatedly but no one answered him. He only needed till the end of the week for his measly salary which was just enough to cover his overdue rent. He was resigned to his fate and blamed himself for being constantly late on his payments.
Taking whatever that he could carry with him, which wasn’t much, he headed out into the streets of Brooklyn. As the cool wind whipped against his tired face, it was then that he realised that, Peter Parker, Spider-man was homeless.
He decided it was too early for him to try for homeless shelters and decided to look at some apartment rental listings from a newspaper he found lying around at the subway. Surely he could find some place to rent, but his hopes dwindled looking at the prices he couldn’t afford. He contemplated about staying with Aunt May for the time being with the excuse of a short break, so as not to worry her but he couldn’t afford the long commute to work, and the last thing he needs is to get fired. He sighed and went through a list of people that could possibly help him in his head but as Peter Parker, there weren’t many and as Spider-man, his ego got in the way.
Eventually, Peter found himself an empty rooftop that he would call home for the next few days. He made a small web shelter and hammock for the night. He laughed bitterly at how Spider-man is really living like a spider now. ‘There are worst things that could happen.’ he thought to himself. He lies down on his web hammock, curling into fetal position trying to keep himself warm but he still shivered when the chilly winds brushed against his body. He quietly promises himself that he would never be this pathetic again, and will find a real job as day breaks.
The next day, Peter tried to apply for numerous jobs but he found it difficult when he had no address for any letter of employment to ever be sent to him. Instead, he went for interviews which he didn’t do too well, qualifications aside, his shabby unprofessional appearance did not help him.
Things were not going well for him. Not at all.
As much as Peter wanted to patrol every night, he had no choice but to selfishly spend his time looking for jobs. His hunger pangs were starting to get painful and eating a bar of chocolate alone was not enough to satiate his growing hunger. He could feel his body slowly succumbing to the common cold. It was only two days more till he get some money from the Daily Bugle but for now, he had to scrimp and save.
Hunger and desperation must have led him to a small shop front. He finds himself standing outside the soup kitchen. The smell of food was enough to tempt him. He stared at the signboard a few minutes before taking a deep breath, letting go of all his inhibitions and entering the space. For the first time in 3 days, warm food filled his empty stomach.