Thwip and swing, fly, thwip again and repeat. Thwip! That's the sound I make, thwip! I hear it over and over, every day, every night. It's like my heartbeat, pumping hero blood through my radioactive heart. What do you believe you look like on the inside? Are you one of the realistic people who just say you look messy and bloody on the inside? Do you think that you look beautiful inside? Do you even care?

I know what I look on the inside. I'm clad in red and blue, with black webbing trailing everywhere there is red. My eyes are reflective, and shaped like tear drops. Framed with dark black. I wear dark grey bands around each wrist, with a red light on each bracelet. The lights point inward, so that they face the sky whenever I turn my hand upside down and trigger them. I also wear a belt of similar design, with several small canisters of silky white fluid attached along with a few other useful gadgets. Silvery white threads fly from my wrists, or more accurately from the bands clasped onto my wrists.

My name is Spidey, short for Spider-Man. You're probably expecting me to tell you some ordinary, more-than-slightly boring name aren't you. Yes? Fine, I'll give you one. Peter Parker. You see, I've met other versions of me. They're all about more Peter Parker and less Spider-Man. I'm polar opposite, because I thought of myself and called myself Spidey way before I actually got spider powers. Of course, Aunt May doesn't know that. She's hearing impaired, though definitely capable. My birth name is Peter Parker. my chosen name is Spider-Man. I wanted to be a spider themed superhero way before I got the powers of a spider. Ever since I saw the Avengers on TV when i was just six, back when they first came together. That was eight years ago.

I was inspired by Black Widow, with her agility and little gadgets. She's awesome, I mean she's a freakin spy! How cool is that? I was also inspired by Tony Stark and Captain America, for Iron Man's gadgets and ingenuity and Captain America's morals and honor. Iron Man gave me the inspiration to become smart enough to make my web shooters, Captain America gave me inspiration for the colors of my costume. Red, and blue. I wasn't going to poach all the colors of the American flag. I still want to know if Captain America sleeps in the flag or not. I think he totally does, he's like the living embodiment of America at it's finest. Iron Man is humanity at it's intellectual peak, adapting his situations to fit him instead of the other way around. Black Widow is badassery and buttkickitsu in it's most refined form. She gave me inspiration to become a spider hero, And Captain America and Iron Man helped me want to become morally sound and mentally sharp. Thor taught me what enough raw power can do, and that it should be used wisely. Hulk taught me that forces of nature should be respected at all times, but should be opposed when necessary.

So basically, Peter Parker is a disguise, so I can live in modern society and get a good job someday. Spider-Man, AKA my real self, is who I really am. My mask isn't just a mask, it's a filter so I can show my real self, and it keeps my disguise safe. But some parts of both personas are real. Peter Parker's dorky nerdiness is real. (How could I come up with a word like "buttkickitsu" otherwise?) I just cover that up somewhat, though not all the way.

I might consider Peter Parker a disguise, but it's not like I don't care about the people in his life. My life. I just... I don't like concealing my true self. The only friends of mine that I can be myself with are Harry and Gwen. MJ doesn't even know yet. Yet.

I'll tell her eventually.

I swing just one last time, and let myself land on the slanted part of the roof just in front of my bedroom window. I expect myself to stick to it easily, but instead I slide off, impacting the hard ground on the edge of the house. Gotta love the suburbs. I stand up, muttering a soft curse under my breath as I place both hands on the outside wall, and pull myself up. Or try to, but my hands only slide. "What the hell?" I say outloud before slapping the outside of my mask. I try not to cuss... to much. I do about four times a day anyway, much to my aunt's dismay.

It takes several tries, but I finally manage to get my hands and feet attached to the wall, and I climb up, and finally into my bedroom window. What lays before me... I only have one thing to say as I stare at a large, inky black mass with a menacing spider on it's chest. I only have one thing to say.

"This is not gonna end well."

Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed the very first chapter of my new fanfiction and I shall continue this. Til next time!