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Post by Uatu the Watcher on Apr 19, 2007 23:07:12 GMT -5
[Straczynski, J. Michael (w), Ron Garney (p), and Bill Reinhold (i)] “The War At Home Part One” The Amazing Spider-Man, v1, #532, (Jul. 2006), Marvel Entertainment: [1, 13-17]
Adapted By: The Punisher
“Aunt May… MJ… I need your help.” A distraught Peter Parker spoke out suddenly from his long and somber act of gazing outside his apartment’s living room window. That very night, only hours earlier, had he met traveled with Tony Stark to Washington D.C., where he had heard the upcoming news of the Superhuman Registration Act. Dressed in maroon sweatpants and a dark yellow sleeveless shirt, he began to pace about in a pair of white socks. His hands moved about with frustration. Occasionally, they clenched into fists, braced his forehead, or rubbed the back of his own neck. “I need to make a decision and--God, I just… I don’t know what to do. Because depending on what we do here in the next few hours--in a few days there may not be a Spider-Man anymore. The moment I put on that mask and walk out the door… I become a criminal.”
“You’re not a criminal, Peter. It’s not your fault if they moved the goalposts. In your heart--” His wife, Mary Jane Watson-Parker, spoke concerned for her husband. Standing not too far away, she stood upright, hands on her hips, dressed in slender, purple, fashion pants and a multicolored tank top. A dark pink headband held back her long and loose red hair as white novelty bunny slippers kept her feet warm. Beside MJ, sitting on the couch, was Peter’s wise, yet troubled, Aunt May; silently observing the ordeal with her hands upon her lap.
“My heart isn’t the issue, MJ. It’s the law, and the law has a tendency not to pay attention to the heart.” Peter replied.
“Okay, then let’s look at your options. If you go along with this… If you go public… Does that really solve the problem? Is Tony going to expect you to help hunt down whoever doesn’t come out of the closet?” Speaking softly, Mary Jane tried to inch herself closer to her husband.
“Probably.”
“Are they going to expect you to name names?”
“You mean, like back in the 50s? ‘Are you now or have you ever been…?’ I don’t know. Maybe. Except I don’t know anybody that Tony doesn’t know.”
“Which raises another question. If you don’t go public… Will he turn you in? If he’s asked… Will he name your name?” A tearful expression of dread filled MJ’s eyes as she spoke, only to be answered by her distraught husband with a few moments of silence; before speaking once more.
“I don’t know, MJ. I don’t think so… I think he would respect me too much for that, but--”
“But you don’t know.”
“No… I don’t know.” Peter began walking away from the window, his hands alive with discontent and aggression, before sitting himself up atop a stool; his legs dangled down to the floor as he arched himself forward. “God, I hate this… I feel like the walls are pressing in all around me. All my life, I’ve been so careful to hide this. Just the idea of taking off the mask in public--makes me feel like someone just punched me in the gut.”
“I know you’re upset, Peter, but I want you to know we’re in this together, no matter what you decide.”
“It’s not just my decision MJ… We all have to agree, because this affects you too. Both of you. If I don’t come out, I’ll have to go on the run.”
“We’ll go with you.”
“No… You can’t. The moment you do, they can arrest you as well for aiding and abetting. If I go, I go alone… no help, no contact, no money other than my own--”
“Can I--Can I say something?” Aunt May gently and politely spoke out.
“Of course, Aunt May. I mean, I think we know where you stand, but--” Peter was halted by his Aunt’s sudden interruption.
“No, I rather suspect you don’t, Peter.” She picked herself up from the couch, removing the headscarf that covered her hair and draping it across her shoulders. “When I found out you were Spider-Man, once I got over the shock, do you know what my first emotion was? Anger.”
“I know… You were disappointed at me for lying to you all those years, and--”
“No, Peter. I wasn’t angry at you. I was mad at the world. Because parts of that world called Spider-Man a monster. A criminal, even before this new law. And if I know anything about my nephew--it’s that he is not a criminal. There are hundreds of people alive right now because you were there at the right moment. You have nothing to be ashamed of. And much to be proud of. I’m proud of you, Peter. And now, maybe, it’s time for the whole world to be proud of you. To know, as I know you.”
“I know you are, Aunt May, but I have an obligation to protect you. I made a promise--”
“Yes you did. At sixteen. A child’s promise that has nothing to do with how the world works. Every day, prosecutors and judges and governors and senators go to work, knowing their loved ones may be jeopardized by their work. But they don’t wear masks to work. Do you know why?”
“I don’t know, Aunt May… Why?”
“Because their loved ones want it that way. Because they would rather die than see the face they love, the face that gives so much to the world, covered in shame. Some things are worth the risk, Peter. You’re one of them.”
“MJ… Do you something… Talk some sense into her.”
“Peter--” MJ spoke as she placed her hand on Aunt May’s shoulder.
“She’ll listen to you, I know it, I--”
Mary Jane looked Aunt May in the eyes, before returning a reply to Peter. “She’s right. Don’t run. Stand your ground. Let the whole world understand why we love you--more than life itself.” Both Aunt May and Mary Jane embraced the Peter as he wrapped both his arms around them. His eyes were still filled with doubt and woe, yet those around him kept their faith strong in him; even with his wife’s encouraging saying. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”
Adapted By: The Punisher
“Aunt May… MJ… I need your help.” A distraught Peter Parker spoke out suddenly from his long and somber act of gazing outside his apartment’s living room window. That very night, only hours earlier, had he met traveled with Tony Stark to Washington D.C., where he had heard the upcoming news of the Superhuman Registration Act. Dressed in maroon sweatpants and a dark yellow sleeveless shirt, he began to pace about in a pair of white socks. His hands moved about with frustration. Occasionally, they clenched into fists, braced his forehead, or rubbed the back of his own neck. “I need to make a decision and--God, I just… I don’t know what to do. Because depending on what we do here in the next few hours--in a few days there may not be a Spider-Man anymore. The moment I put on that mask and walk out the door… I become a criminal.”
“You’re not a criminal, Peter. It’s not your fault if they moved the goalposts. In your heart--” His wife, Mary Jane Watson-Parker, spoke concerned for her husband. Standing not too far away, she stood upright, hands on her hips, dressed in slender, purple, fashion pants and a multicolored tank top. A dark pink headband held back her long and loose red hair as white novelty bunny slippers kept her feet warm. Beside MJ, sitting on the couch, was Peter’s wise, yet troubled, Aunt May; silently observing the ordeal with her hands upon her lap.
“My heart isn’t the issue, MJ. It’s the law, and the law has a tendency not to pay attention to the heart.” Peter replied.
“Okay, then let’s look at your options. If you go along with this… If you go public… Does that really solve the problem? Is Tony going to expect you to help hunt down whoever doesn’t come out of the closet?” Speaking softly, Mary Jane tried to inch herself closer to her husband.
“Probably.”
“Are they going to expect you to name names?”
“You mean, like back in the 50s? ‘Are you now or have you ever been…?’ I don’t know. Maybe. Except I don’t know anybody that Tony doesn’t know.”
“Which raises another question. If you don’t go public… Will he turn you in? If he’s asked… Will he name your name?” A tearful expression of dread filled MJ’s eyes as she spoke, only to be answered by her distraught husband with a few moments of silence; before speaking once more.
“I don’t know, MJ. I don’t think so… I think he would respect me too much for that, but--”
“But you don’t know.”
“No… I don’t know.” Peter began walking away from the window, his hands alive with discontent and aggression, before sitting himself up atop a stool; his legs dangled down to the floor as he arched himself forward. “God, I hate this… I feel like the walls are pressing in all around me. All my life, I’ve been so careful to hide this. Just the idea of taking off the mask in public--makes me feel like someone just punched me in the gut.”
“I know you’re upset, Peter, but I want you to know we’re in this together, no matter what you decide.”
“It’s not just my decision MJ… We all have to agree, because this affects you too. Both of you. If I don’t come out, I’ll have to go on the run.”
“We’ll go with you.”
“No… You can’t. The moment you do, they can arrest you as well for aiding and abetting. If I go, I go alone… no help, no contact, no money other than my own--”
“Can I--Can I say something?” Aunt May gently and politely spoke out.
“Of course, Aunt May. I mean, I think we know where you stand, but--” Peter was halted by his Aunt’s sudden interruption.
“No, I rather suspect you don’t, Peter.” She picked herself up from the couch, removing the headscarf that covered her hair and draping it across her shoulders. “When I found out you were Spider-Man, once I got over the shock, do you know what my first emotion was? Anger.”
“I know… You were disappointed at me for lying to you all those years, and--”
“No, Peter. I wasn’t angry at you. I was mad at the world. Because parts of that world called Spider-Man a monster. A criminal, even before this new law. And if I know anything about my nephew--it’s that he is not a criminal. There are hundreds of people alive right now because you were there at the right moment. You have nothing to be ashamed of. And much to be proud of. I’m proud of you, Peter. And now, maybe, it’s time for the whole world to be proud of you. To know, as I know you.”
“I know you are, Aunt May, but I have an obligation to protect you. I made a promise--”
“Yes you did. At sixteen. A child’s promise that has nothing to do with how the world works. Every day, prosecutors and judges and governors and senators go to work, knowing their loved ones may be jeopardized by their work. But they don’t wear masks to work. Do you know why?”
“I don’t know, Aunt May… Why?”
“Because their loved ones want it that way. Because they would rather die than see the face they love, the face that gives so much to the world, covered in shame. Some things are worth the risk, Peter. You’re one of them.”
“MJ… Do you something… Talk some sense into her.”
“Peter--” MJ spoke as she placed her hand on Aunt May’s shoulder.
“She’ll listen to you, I know it, I--”
Mary Jane looked Aunt May in the eyes, before returning a reply to Peter. “She’s right. Don’t run. Stand your ground. Let the whole world understand why we love you--more than life itself.” Both Aunt May and Mary Jane embraced the Peter as he wrapped both his arms around them. His eyes were still filled with doubt and woe, yet those around him kept their faith strong in him; even with his wife’s encouraging saying. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”