Chapter One.

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"Spider-Man, Spider-Man. Does whatever a spider can!" I sing as I swing through the dark and gloomy skyline of Gotham City.

"Spins a Web! Any size! Catches criminals just like flies!"

You may be wondering who I am and what I am doing.

My name is Peter Parker and I'm Spider-Man, but I'm not THAT Spider-Man. I'm not even technically Peter Parker.

You see, this is my second run at life. My first run, I was a nerd who loved comics. Watched all the Marvel Movies, Saw all of the DCEU Movies (Despite how bad they may or may not have been.) and while I prefer marvel, I know a decent amount of DC lore as well.

So when I woke up in the DC Universe after a nasty fall at work… I knew something was a bit strange.

I will admit I thought I was in the Marvel Universe to start with. With a name like Peter Parker, what do you expect? Buuuut, instead I find myself living in Gotham City.

So what do I do?

Not much to be honest.

Unlike Marvel where everyone is killable, everyone is beatable, and there is a clear path to godhood, the DC Universe, any of them really, don't.

In Marvel I could have gone and gotten some Oz formula or something then tried to get my hands on either the Extremis Virus or the Hulks Blood.

After that I'd probably learn as much magic as I could then become filthy rich.

At that point I'd be pretty badass.

Here though, you are either born powerful, you're rich, or a freak accident happens, that and all magic has a price.

Whereas Marvel focused on Serums and formulas, DC focuses on Aliens and Magic and Money.

The few serums out there are either way too weak or completely alter my body and are incredibly dangerous.

Bane's Venom is too weak and far too addictive, Poison Ivy's formula basically turned her into a plant, and I don't want that, and Swamp Thing IS a plant and can't even have sex.

And that is something I'd rather not give up.

Anyway.

Back to the original topic.

Once I woke up as Peter Parker, I started studying. I like living, so I started studying Robotics and chemistry. The two most useful fields in this damn universe.

Don't believe me? Amazo is a robot and he's basically a god, and the Lazarus Pit is something I want a crack at at some point.

Hence my study of those topics.

Anyway, over the years, my parents died and I went to live at my Aunts and Uncles. Then when I turned fifteen, my school won a lottery to have the chance to go to Lexcorp and check out some stuff.

So obviously I decided to go check it out. If anything, I could maybe procure some of his tech for myself.

Yeah… That didn't quite go as plan.

Turns out, Lex was trying to create Super Soldiers a la Superman via genetic manipulation using various animal traits.

Then he realized that these hybrids sucked ass compared to the Last Son of Krypton and decided to trash the project. One of the test spiders escaped and due to my inherited Parker luck, I was bitten on the hand as I was greedily looking at some display cases housing some generic tech that looked pretty.

The next day was when my powers started acting up.

And thats when I completely forgot about common spider person lore. Someone had to die.

And that is when Uncle Ben got shot as he was coming home from the store. Me off in an abandoned warehouse I found testing out my powers.

Once that happened… I promised myself not to follow the same script as your regular Spider-Man.

And since this was the DC Universe, that was theoretically easy.

Yeah… Easy…

Hence why I was swinging through Gotham City in a handmade Spider Suit under the guise of the newly christened, Spider-Man.

I know. Horribly original.

Fuck off.

Anyway, Unlike the many other iterations of of the starter suit, mine had a bit more effort put into it. No ski mask of stupid sunglasses for me. Mine instead had a baseball cap! Nobody could recognize me now!

Okay, yeah… that was a bad jab.

No, it was in fact a ski mask, hoodie, a pair of aviation goggles, and cargo pants with a worn pair of sneakers.

The hoodie of course having been spray painted with a crude Spider symbol on the front and back.

On my wrists were a crude pair of web shooters made out of spare parts I found in the local junk yard and some old watches of mine that no longer worked.

Th fluid itself was a simple combination of household items. It was a pain in the ass and if I wasn't careful it would raise questions with my Aunt May if she were to pick up that we were missing more dish detergent than usual.

So, landing in a roll on some random building, I use my momentum to launch me into the air to start swinging again.

To be honest, swinging is much more fun than I was expecting. The momentum launching you into the air, the wind on your mask, it was amazing.

"Alright, where to now..." I mutter as I pull out a makeshift radio. I had taken one of those portable battery powered radios that you use in a storm and kinda tweaked it to tune into police frequencies.

Thank God I'm smarter in this universe than I was in the last one.

You may be wondering, why am I trying to find trouble in Gotham City? Why am I trying to fight criminals that terrify most mortal souls? The Joker, Scarecrow, Killer Croc, among others?

Because if there is anything comics has told me, being in the middle of the mess is the best way to get the good stuff.

That and there is a minuscule chance that Batman will notice me and take me in to train me and potentially go the Stark route and give me a better suit.

Because I'll be honest… this one kinda sucks.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Welp… thats my cue.

Leaping in the direction of the scream, I land on the fire escape in a dark alley. Three men were trying to mug, and presumedly do worse, to a young woman, probably in her early twentys.

"Um… Excuse me?" I say. "Didn't your mothers tell you to treat a lady with respect?"

All of the goons and the girl look at me in shock.

"Speechless? What were you expecting? Some big ass bat? Nah, just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

And with that, I flip down and land on one goons shoulders. Using him as a springboard, I flip over the rest of the group and web one of their Hands to the wall.

"How about you stick around?" I quip before groaning. "Ok, my bad… that sucked."

Ducking around anothers pipe, I catch it on its downward swing and pull it back, using it to hit its owner.

"Hey, stop hitting yourself."

Yanking the pipe from the thugs hand, I toss it up in the air and smirk.

"Catch!" I yell at the remaining thugs. Leaping in the air, I kick the pipe and cause it to shoot at the thugs, nailing one in the head.

It didn't kill him, maybe gave him a concussion, but he's alive.

Looking at the last goon, I grin under my mask.

"Boo."

And he bolts.

Webbing his shoe, he trips and falls flat on his face, knocking himself out.

Turning to the woman, I get sprayed by pepper spray.

"You do realize I'm wearing goggles, that isn't goi-EEEH"

"No, but a kick in the balls might." She says with a huff before leaving.

"I was just trying to help..." I groan as I fall to my knees.

As you can see, my first outing as Spider-Man didn't go too well.

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Howdy y'all! So what do you think?

Yes this is an SI in DC with Spider-Man powers. I figured, why not? The concept was cool enough. I think y'all may have noticed, but I like taking one realities powers and stuff and putting them in another. I.E. Spider powers in DC. Kryptonians in Marvel. Etc.

In the end, I don't know what I'll do with this, but it was a cool idea that I wanted to write down. Hope y'all enjoy!

The Nameless Scribe.