Spider-Man Royal/Issue One

Unfinished.

Transcript
Peter is shown being held by two people as a third one punches him in the stomach. Flash punches Peter in the face, breaking his glasses. Flash turns around and has a football thrown at his face. A girl walks over to Flash and picks up the football. The three leave and Peter picks his glasses up off the ground. Cut to Gwen slapping Peter in the face.
 * Peter (narration): I'm Peter Parker. I'm 16-years-old. I'm a Junior at Midtown High. I live with my aunt and uncle.
 * Peter (narration): And I'm currently getting my ass handed to me by these three guys...
 * Dark-Skinned Bully: What's the matter, Parker, no more fight left in you?
 * Peter: Come on, Flash, what happened to you? you used to be cool.
 * Flash: What happened to me? what happened to you?! you grew up to be the biggest bitch on the planet!
 * Peter: Funny to hear, coming from you.
 * Flash: You know, if that were coming from anyone but the guy with my fist in his mouth it might've actually hurt. Haha!
 * ???: Hey!
 * Flash: Uff! Jesus, what the hell?!
 * Blonde Girl: Three on one? that's not even fair. Leave Peter alone, Flash.
 * Flash: Oh come on, Gwen, you know I'm just playin' around. Why'd I ever hurt my best pal, right?
 * Gwen: Not buying it.
 * Flash: Eh, worth a shot...
 * Gwen: Now be a good boy and beat it.
 * Flash: Fine, I was getting bored anyway.
 * Peter (narration): That's Gwen Stacy. I met her at the beginning of high school and we've been friends ever since. She helps me whenever Flash and his guys go after me. She's a really good friend like that.
 * Peter (narration): She's also not afraid to point out when I make a mistake...
 * Gwen: What were you thinking?! When Flash told you to fight him, I didn't think you'd actually go through with it!
 * Peter: I don't know, I guess I was fed up with his crap!
 * Gwen: Peter, you're not a fighter. You probably knew for a fact you'd lose so why'd you go through with it?! Not just that but you have an aunt pushing sixty who's probably worried sick about you right now, so imagine how she'll feel when you come home covered in bruises?! You might as well have given her a heart attack!
 * Peter: I... oh god, I didn't even think of May... what do I do?
 * Gwen: Ugh, don't sound so pathetic... Listen, I've gotten pretty good at covering bruises with make-up, maybe that'll help. But I'm only doing this cause I don't wanna worry May, not because I feel bad for you, got it?
 * Peter: Got it. Thanks, Gwen. I don't know where I'd be without you.
 * Gwen: I don't either but it definitely wouldn't be good.
 * Peter: Love you. As friends not sexual.