Peter and OTA
Peter watched the crew around him, he wasn't all that good at telling stories really. It had never been his strong suit, he'd always been pretty shy when he was younger, and only recently had begun to really come out of his shell. Still, people wanted this to be a story sharing experience, and frankly he didn't really mind. He'd been through a lot as Spider-Man, but then again he was never really entirely sure which one was a great story or not.
"Now this is a story, all about how, my life got flipped-turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, and I'll tell you how I became the ... Spider-Man." Peter frowned thinking a moment, "That didn't rhyme, Will would be disappointed. Uh, so that's how I learned to rap. From Will Smith and the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. So uh, yea field trip when I was fifteen really started the downward spiral. We went to Oscorp, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider. It infused its DNA with me, and I got powers somehow. Scientifically, it really doesn't make any real sense..."
He laughed and then frowned, "I was selfish with it at first, though. I went on to try and gain fame, fortune; I joined a wrestling league, it's where I got the first title of 'The Amazing Spider-Man'. I let it consume me, I let my own greed and arrogance take apart of me. And I decided to let a criminal go when I could have stopped him with my powers. i felt like it wasn't my responsibility, or place, and acted like I didn't care. He was a burglar, and I could have stopped him..."
He shook his head then shrugged, looking up with a frown, "That same man later killed my Uncle. The man who had been caring for me. Who raised me since I was six. He was/is dead because of me. ...It was after that day that I decided to wear the mask to be a hero, to be Spider-Man, because I didn't want that to happen to anyone else. And I owed my Uncle, I had a responsibility because of my power."