Peter WHY...

It was Sunday, a perfect day for Peter to focus on creating his suit. With the $400 he had collected from thugs and criminals, he bought all the necessary materials: durable red and black fabric, strong thread, padding for the suit, and some additional accessories to enhance its functionality. He also borrowed Aunt May's sewing machine to help with the sewing.

Peter spread out the fabric on his bedroom floor, examining the materials with a satisfied smile. This suit is going to be different from the classic version. It won't be too tight; it will have some breathing space. 

The primary color will be red, with black accents, I really hope it turns out well. he thought, visualizing the final product.

He started by measuring and cutting the fabric for the suit's body. He made sure to leave enough room for movement and comfort. 

I need this suit to be functional, not just flashy. I don't want to feel restricted while I'm out there, Peter thought as he carefully cut the fabric.

Next, he began sewing the pieces together. He used the sewing machine to stitch the seams, making sure they were strong and durable. As he worked, he felt a sense of accomplishment. 

This is going to be my armor. It needs to withstand whatever comes my way. Plus I got my danger sense so lets hope I won't be using this soon.

He added padding to the suit's shoulders and knees, providing extra protection. 

A little extra cushioning won't hurt. Better safe than sorry, Peter mused, stitching the padding into place.

Once the body of the suit was complete, Peter moved on to the gloves, mask, and boots. He wanted them to be separate from the suit for easy removal and flexibility. He carefully measured and cut the fabric for each piece, ensuring they fit comfortably.

For the mask, Peter designed it to cover his entire face, with a snug fit around the eyes and mouth. He added a layer of breathable fabric to prevent it from becoming too hot and uncomfortable. 

I need to keep my identity hidden, but I also need to breathe, he reasoned.

The boots were the final piece. Peter reinforced the soles with sturdy material, providing good traction and durability. 

I need to be able to run, jump, and land without slipping or hurting myself, he thought, finishing the last stitches.

As he examined the completed suit, Peter felt Proud of himself . 

Look at this beauty WOW looks so... so Tuff. he thought, admiring his work.

Peter tried on the suit, adjusting the fit and making sure everything was comfortable. He moved around, testing his range of motion. 

Perfect. This is exactly what I needed. Now I really look cool.

With the suit complete, Peter felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He knew the road wouldn't be easy, but with his new suit and powers, he felt more confident than ever.

"Beware Bad guys I'm gonna rob you blinds and put you in the hospital." Peter said to himself while making a superhero pose.

After completing his suit, Peter stepped out of his room and walked towards the kitchen. The house was quiet, and he didn't see Uncle Ben or Aunt May. He made himself a quick toast and decided it was time for a patrol. He sneaked out of the house and made his way to the abandoned factory where he had tested his powers.

Once he arrived at the factory, Peter made sure no one saw him and quickly changed into his new suit. The red and black fabric fit perfectly, providing both comfort and flexibility. 

Time to see what this suit can do, he thought, feeling a surge of excitement.

Peter started his patrol, leaping from building to building with ease. The city lights illuminated the night, casting a warm glow over the streets below. As he swung through the city, he kept an eye out for any signs of trouble.

It wasn't long before he spotted a man being mugged in a dark alley. Two thugs had cornered the man, brandishing knives and demanding his wallet. Peter quickly descended from the rooftop, landing silently behind the muggers.

"Hey, fellas," Peter called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Mind if I cut in?"

The muggers turned around, startled by the sudden appearance of the masked vigilante. "Who the hell are you?" one of them demanded.

"Just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," Peter replied with a smirk. Without giving them a chance to react, he quickly shot webs from his wrists, disarming the muggers and webbing their hands to the wall.

The man they were attacking stared in disbelief. "Thank you! You saved my life!"

"Just doing my job," Peter said with a nod. "Stay safe." He then swung back up to the rooftops, leaving the muggers stuck to the wall for the police to find.

As Peter continued his patrol, he heard the screeching of tires and the sound of a car engine revving. He quickly turned his attention to the street below and saw a car speeding out of control, heading straight for a bakery. Without hesitation, Peter swung down and landed in front of the bakery.

Using his enhanced strength, Peter grabbed the front of the car and brought it to a screeching halt just inches from the bakery's entrance. The driver, a panicked elderly man, looked at Peter in shock.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" the man exclaimed, his voice trembling. "I lost control of the car. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here."

"No problem," Peter replied, helping the man out of the car. "Just make sure to be more careful next time."

A small crowd had gathered around, clapping and cheering for their new hero. Peter waved at them and addressed the crowd. "Stay safe, everyone!"

The crowd cheered louder, and Peter swung away from there.

As the night went on, Peter continued his patrol.