After Dinner, Flash was told by his Aunts to sit in his room and wait for them. They had finished cleaning dishes and had talk to Firestar ahead of time. Meanwhile Spark and Thunderstar was tucking Snowstorm into bed. Spark draped a blanket over Snowstorm and kissed her goodnight on the forehead.

They walked into Flash's 'room'. He sat on the bed and was playing a game on his phone. That was until his Aunt's got his attention.

"Flash."

Flash glanced away from his phone and looked at his Aunt Thunderstar, "Oh hey." putting his phone away, "So... are you finally gonna tell me why I've been waiting here, I'm not grounded am I?" He chuckled a little. However seeing his Aunt's not even make so much of a smirk made him slowly stop chuckling and make him arch an eyebrow in confusion, "Did I really do something?"

Aunt Spark shook her head, "No... it's not that."

Aunt Thunderstar let out sigh, "Look Flash...…. It's been seven months and we just want to know how you've been holding up."

Flash was now even more bewildered, "Holding...up?"

"You know how you've been" Said Aunt Spark, "Since...….. you know."

Flash peered at the two for a moment with a confused look. For a moment he had no idea of what they were talking about, "Holding up? How I've been?" He shrugged, "Since what?"

"You know...since your Dad....dieeddd." Spark shoulders rose slowly and her face having a very nervous look.

Flash's eyes widened, finally understanding what they meant. "OH! Oh.... Oh so that's what Holding up means. Oh.... I shoulda saw this coming."

Thunderstar shot her wife a glare, "SPARK!"

Spark shot her hands up in her defense and glanced at Thunderstar, "HOW ELSE AM I GONNA WORD IT?"

Flash soon stepped in, "No, No it's fine." The two both looked at Flash surprised, "I mean it was bound I was gonna get this conversation anyway so I guess I should get it over with."

The Aunts both let out a sigh of relief. Spark then nudged her wife's arm for blurting out at her a few seconds ago. But nevertheless Flash continued. "Well.... I mean I've been okay for the most part. I got some therapy to help cope with it and it really did help. But.... during September...." He trailed off. There was a lot that happened in September for Flash. A Spider bit him and gave him super powers. He temporarily was a wrestler before he dedicated everything to crime fighting and then there was his Dad. That was probably the biggest headline in Flash's life, even more than getting Spider-Powers. He still held himself fully responsible, but of course he couldn't tell them what really happened. But it was during the time he spent after his death is what really affected Flash a lot.

Than a memory of his filled his mind. Prompting him to continue as he would use the memory as a basis to say how he felt. "During September I think I was the most quiet I could possibly be."

We can see Flash sitting on a computer chair in his old home. He sat facing the corner of his room. He merely wore just a white t-shirt and blue jeans bouncing a ball from the wall and back.

"It feels surreal when I look back at it all but, I just never talked after it all happened. I remember getting the news while I was out at night. It....broke me nonetheless. I mean Mom was probably in a worse condition but she was still brave enough to actually say things. I just never spoke. With Dad not being there I think I hit the most darkest points of my life.

On the floor are some clothes left in a pile. On the wall there could be seen a hole, caused by Flash fisting it out of pure anger. The bed was a mess, Flash gave no effort to even fix it up. Every time he saw that it was all fixed up for him he felt even more guilt and tears swell from his eyes. He felt he didn't deserve the care of his mother. Flash's phone was left untouched. He hadn't looked at it in days, not one text one call. Nothing.

"I stayed locked in my room for most of the month. Other than coming down to get my plate for a meal and then washing it afterwards. Or school, I still went to school regardless."

The window was opened, letting in a soothing draft that made things a bit less humid.

"I mean, I can't say I was always quiet. I mean at school I did answer some questions. And well, whenever Mom made something I would say thank you. But I mean I wasn't really that enthusiastic."

Flash bounced the ball really hard. Sending it towards his dresser and going into an open drawer. Flash kissed his teeth in annoyance. "Fuckin' Hell." He muttered.

Getting off from his computer chair and getting onto his feet, he walked towards the dresser.

"At one point or another I really, really got agitated at times. Like once I was bouncing a small ball from the wall back to me and it ended up in the drawer."

Kneeling down he took a look into the bottom drawer. The one in which the ball bounced in. The drawer was messy, having things just put in there at random. As Flash took the ball, something else caught his eye. A Poster, a poster that he recognized.

"Sometimes if I ever found something that reminded me of him. It really ticked me off because I knew I was never gonna see him again."

He took the poster in his hand. It was the poster he had printed out off the internet that'd advertise the wrestling competition. His eyes narrowed on the some of the words. The sum of money they'd pay you, the super stardom they'd promise you. All of it was there.

Flash's lip curled, but that curl slowly began to show his clenched teeth. His hand clasped quickly, crumpling the paper in hand. He hated it with all his being.

"Why do I still have this STUPID SHIT!" He tore the paper in half with anger and let go of it. As it hit the ground Flash stomped on it with his right foot. Moving his foot around, swirling it on the floor. "If I was just smart enough to realize that it was a mistake, maybe I'd still have my dad!"

He raised his foot off the poster once he felt he was done. He gave it one last disgusted stare. Going over towards the drawer he knelt down to close it.

As he was doing so his eyes fixated on a black briefcase. His eyebrow arched for a moment. Then he realized what the briefcase was. The briefcase contained his sketch of his wrestling suit. The 'Spectacular' Spider-Man suit. His Lip curled again.

He closed the drawer, not wanting to even open the briefcase. Going back to his computer chair he sat on it and began to bounce the ball to him and back.

But he couldn't get the briefcase out of his head. He hated the idea of being a superpowered freak for the rest of his life, no more than being a masked one who attempted to gain fame but ended up paying the biggest consequence for it. He hated Spider-Man with all of his guts, it was a wonder that the idea resided in his head.

He let out a sigh. Getting off his chair he walked over to his dresser and knelt down, opening the bottom drawer. Grabbing the briefcase by the handle. He walked towards his bed and sat on it, opening the case. He pulled out a vibrant red bulky hoodie with a spider-emblem drawn onto it. Turning it around he found in that it wrote Spider-Man on it.

Looking back to the suit case he found a red mask with sunglass lenses for eye pieces, blue shorts and black compression pants.

Flash's eyes than fixated on a notebook. His eyes widened. He hadn't seen the notebook in weeks. Setting the mask aside with the hoodie he reached for the notebook and peered into it. It was the notebook he'd been using since he'd gotten his powers.

Flipping the cover open, he looked through everything that had been written in there. It'd seem to be some basic things like him recording each power he'd gotten. As he flipped through some pages, he stopped at a sketch.

It was the original concept for what he wanted Spider-Man to look like. Maybe it'd never hit him but the costume he created and the costume he wanted to create were two separate things. The conception had white lenses, had a webbing pattern and emphasized a little more blue. The suit he'd created was less detailed and more baggy.

He set the notebook back in the brief case and then glanced back at the mask. Reaching for it he held it with both hands and focusing his gaze on that one object.

"Something else that I think really helped the recovery process was thinking of all the good things my Dad had told me, especially is perceptions and philosophies."

It was surreal to him now. But only a few weeks ago he'd felt so powerful, like he was on top of the world. All that power had gone to his head and he ended up paying the ultimate price.

Flash's eyes widened, "Power...." That single word made him remember something his father had once told him. A single statement that he'd heard him once say.

"If you have some huge significant power, you should also be responsible with it you know? In other with Great Power comes Great Responsibility!"

Flash's eyes began swelling with tears, "W-What have I done." His lowered his head as he could hear himself sob, "He was right! I should've listened to him. If I hadn't have become so selfish, maybe just maybe everything could've turned out differently."

His teeth clenched. He staggered to his feet and clenched the mask with both his hands. "As I long as I live. I will never forget these words." He looked at the mask and felt the flame of determination be lit inside him, "I'm not going to let my powers go to waste, I wont be that careless media star! I'll make sure no one has to go through what my Dad did!"

"I will be Spider-Man!"

"Honestly, along with therapy I did some self reflection of my own in order to figure out how I can be the best version of myself and make my Dad proud. But things got real tough for us after he was gone. Financially speaking at least. I did get a job at a newspaper company to get pictures but that didn't couldn't cut it."

"So...the reason your Mother sold the house was so...."

Flash sighed, "We could have some money to pay off some debts."

"So how's your living situation?" asked Aunt Spark.

"Well I just live at a small apartment in the city. It's pretty cozy but I can pay the bills and the place isn't all that bad albeit with a little heating issues."

Aunt Thunderstar's eyes lowered to the ground and she frowned, "Look... Flash I know we weren't there for the funeral but.....were really sorry that your dad is gone."

Flash's head angled down a tiny bit. He found himself frowning a little but soon it became into a reassuring smile, "Hey it's not your fault that you couldn't make it. It was an unexpected turn of events for everyone." Aunt Spark cocked her head up and looked at Flash.

He rose to his feet, "I mean he'd always tell me to look forward and hope for the best, even if things were a bit in the rough."

Aunt Spark found herself exchanging a warm smile. She and Flash both hugged, embracing one and other. Spark meanwhile found herself wiping tears off her eyes and smiling at the scene of a family moment.

The two broke off the hug. "Well, you better get settled in so we'll get out of you're hair." The two Aunts both started for the door.

"Hey guys?" asked Flash. The two both glanced back at him "Thanks." The two both smiled and nodded. Closing the door slowly.

The two Aunt's began walking downstairs, "See, it wasn't so bad was it?" said Aunt Thunderstar.

"Hey! The only reason I was worried was because I've been in his spot before and let me tell you it is not easy to talk about." Aunt Spark argued.

The two stopped. Thunderstar put her hand on her wife's shoulder, "Yeah, but the way he handled the conversation. He was pretty calm. I think he's really matured over the couple of months."

"Well...…" Spark let out a sigh "If you think he's in the right direction than I guess I have no room to argue."

Thunderstar gave Spark a reassuring kiss on the cheek, "He's going to be fine."

…..

Author's Note

So this is the whole, Flash talks with his Aunt's and I use a flashback to show what Flash went through but of course in the story he uses a memory as a basis to help with his points in the conversation, obviously not telling his Aunts he's Spider-Man

Other than that the memory in this and the original are different. But there will be an action scene with Flash during his early days as Spider-Man later.