PART 2: PREDATOR'S CREED
Dear Diary,
It's been a while since I wrote in this thing; ever since I got my powers, I haven't really found a lot of spare time for my hobbies, and it's even worse now being an Avenger and all.
Since being announced as a member, Spider-Man has become a celebrity; he's getting requests to try expensive brands for advertising and to go on all the big talk shows. I went on the Jimmy Fallon show a few weeks back, and it was a surreal experience. Actually sitting at the front with thousands of eyes looking at you, it was quite scary, really. The rest of the team are doing really well too.
Quicksilver finally got the get-go to get back into action, and he's become a superstar ever since. I was quite proud of myself when Spider-Man reached 10 million followers on Instagram, but then Quicksilver is already at 37! He's going up in the world just as fast as he runs, but I don't get to talk to him often. He doesn't really come up to New York anymore and does his crime fighting mainly over at Phoenix.
I've gotten quite close to Iceman and Shadow, though; we've kind of stayed friends since the team fight test. For some reason recently I feel like there's been a little tension in the group between the two; they seem so awkward when around each other. I wonder if they had an argument about something. No, they still seem to get along fine, though. They smile at each other before looking away, so that can't be right. I really don't know what's going on; maybe it's an inside joke I don't know about.
Anyway, things have been going really well with Elaine recently! We've been inseparable the last few months, and we've kissed recently, not just a little peck. It was quite something, though she was the one who initiated it; I don't think I have the courage to start it first yet. People seem to be surprised we're still together; they think it was just a weird phase on Elaine's part and it wouldn't actually last for as long as it has. I still get weird glances from the cheerleaders. Her friends seem cool with it, though. Harry seems to have a thing for Tiara and wants me to ask Elaine about any details. Apparently she is a little curious, so I'll be rooting for him.
It's becoming harder to keep my identity from Aunt May; there are only so many excuses and so many times I can reuse them before she finds out. I want to tell her, but I can't bring myself to do it. What if letting her know puts her in danger? Though I suppose being a superhero kind of already does.
It's been 6 months since Vulcan attacked New York. Avengers Tower is still under construction in Los Angeles; apparently California gave a worthwhile offer. It'll be done and fully built in about 7 months, and since they've made a temporary base at a skyscraper in New York. Stark bought it for a hefty fee, probably spare change to him, though.
Vulcan and the other mutants went on public trial except Birdman. Vulcan said he didn't deserve any of this and that he had no blood on his hands, and the jury agreed. His crew were given life sentences; their crimes and nature were deemed too heinous to be free. Vulcan was also given a life sentence, and he now stays trapped in a prison made just for him. Due to the nature of his powers, he's starved and kept in very cold temperatures at all times so he has minimal amounts of energy. Sounds more like continuous torture than a life sentence, but Vulcan agreed to it. He said if that's what it takes to atone for the suffering he caused, then so be it.
Nobody has found out who killed Delilah in the raft, but I have a suspicion it was Goliath, her organisation, silencing her. Even though, to get in and out undetected and incinerate her bones, it's only bad news. I've checked up on them to try and find another assassin under them to try and get some information on them but nothing, they seem to be hiding it out but I'll keep looking. They'll turn up again eventually, right?
Supercharger is still locked up, and no treatment has worked since his brain is still miswired from the incident, though he seems to be getting calmer and less radical. Mirage is also locked up in the raft, probably never to see the light of day again. Thankfully, without his technology, he's pretty harmless, so he caused no issues and probably won't for the foreseeable future.
Hustler is also doing a tour, and he's coming to New York in about 4 and a half months, and I and Elaine are thinking of going. She seems to really love his music. I don't mind it, but seeing how happy she was buying the tickets, how could I say no? It's crazy though; Hustler has been doing music for over a decade without recognition, but recently, in the past few months, his new album went mega viral. Despite not liking it, I can't help but put it on. It's weird, but I'm probably just warming up to it.
I missed this, just writing about my life, though it was mainly getting beaten up and missing the bus. It's cool having positive things to write about now; it feels good. It's like I'm actually going somewhere. Hopefully I find more time to write this thing, but until then,
Peter out.
[3rd Person]
Peter opened his desk's drawer, dropping his diary and pen inside, and started to head towards the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Tomorrow was yet another school day, but he didn't mind. He started to look forward to it; he no longer felt dread when waking up.
"I told you to go to bed an hour ago, young man!" Screamed Aunt May, behind Peter's closed door.
"I'm sorry; I'll go to bed now, don't worry," replied Peter.
"You better!" Retorted Aunt May.
Peter looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.