What's up, everyone! This is GKC here bringing you a new crossover project between Spider-Man and RWBY. Now to point out, the Spider-Man in this story is an OC but think of him as the Peter Parker of the story. Villains are still debatable but they will be Spider-Man related at least.
This is set in an AU of RWBY where there are no Grimm but there are still problems with Humans and Faunus relations.
Now for the disclaimer: I do not own, except my OCs, Spider-Man or RWBY. All rights belong to their respective owners.
Now let's get this party started… BEGIN!
Spider-Man: The Remnant Webslinger
Chapter 1: Call me, Spider-Man! Part 1
Vale
A young man released a sigh as he sat on the edge of a rooftop, the wind blowing past his body, dressed in a strange costume.
It seemed to be a form-fitting red and blue spandex suit with the material seemingly looking as if it were made out of some sort of metal. There were black web-like designs all around the suit with a black spider insignia on the center of his chest. A large red version of the spider was on his back, contrasting with the blue. He wore a mask that had white lens eyes that were outlined in black around them while small web-like folds were stitched to his forearm and his hip like they were used for gliding. His eyes and the black insignia on his chest glowed a soft blue almost as if they had built-in lights.
The mask was currently pulled up to his nose, revealing white skin, as he ate a ham and cheese sandwich, enjoying the view of the city all around him.
"Ah, it's days like this that makes the world go round." The young man grinned, munching on his lunch. "Now if only the rest of Humanity that hated Faunus would open their eyes already."
Shrugging, the costumed figure downed the rest of his sandwich before pulling the mask over his chin which sealed up around the neck as if the suit were alive.
"Well, break time's over." Standing up, the young man dived off the building before aiming his wrist at another building then pressed his middle and ring fingers to his palm.
Thwip
A strand of web shot out, latching onto the building, and letting the figure swing past it as he released it while performing an acrobatic flip. He lets out another strand with his other hand and began swinging through the city.
"Yahoo!" The Spectacular Spider-Man whooped loudly as he swung through his city of Vale.
Humans and Faunus alike looked up to see the web-slinger zip through the air. Some looked at him in awe while others looked afraid.
Releasing another strand of webbing, Spider-Man ran across the side of a building while firing a few ropes to pull him along faster before he jumped off, grabbed a flag pole, and used it to swing himself forward so he may fire another web line.
"Hah! Who needs a car when you can travel like this!" Spider-Man releases the webbing, letting himself perform a Christ pose for a few seconds then righted himself as he shot another line.
A tingling sensation in his head caused him to focus as it nudged him to look down at an alley where two guys seemed to be harassing a woman.
The webhead narrowed his eyes, the lens actually narrowing as well. "Time to go to work." He zips towards the muggers quietly.
"Give us all your lien, Faunus bitch!" One of the thugs growled, holding a butterfly knife near the woman's throat.
"HELP!" The Faunus cried out. She was pretty in her own right with brown hair that reached her neck and green eyes with a pair of dog ears on her head.
Her cries went unheard of from the public while the second mugger rummaged through the woman's purse.
"Shut up! No one's gonna help some Faunus trash!" The first mugger holding the knife narrowed his eyes until a strand of webbing attached to his hand then yanked him away from the Faunus, sending him crashing into a trash can.
The second mugger dropped the bag in shock, the Faunus woman mimicking his actions as Spider-Man glanced down at the criminal with folded arms while his feet stayed attached to the walls. "Hope I'm not interrupting a lover's quarrel. But I just can't help the fact that the pretty lady here doesn't want to go out with you."
"You're that spider freak!" The second mugger exclaimed until a glob of webbing stuck to his mouth, sealing it shut.
"Tsk, tsk, did you kiss your mother with that mouth?" The webslinger quibbed.
The criminal tried to get the gunk off his face but it left him wide open for a red foot, striking him directly in the jaw and rendering him unconscious.
Spider-Man used this chance to drag the two muggers together and strung them up against the wall with his web fluid. "There. Now stay there and think about what you've done until the police get here." He turned on his heel, picked up the purse, and held it out to the woman. "Here you go, ma'am. You dropped this."
The Faunus cautiously took her handbag back then looked at the costumed hero gratefully. "Thank you for saving me."
"It's what I do." He smiled underneath his mask then he gave her a salute and shot a webline at a building. "Call the police and tell them that Spidey sends them a gift." With that said, he swung off, leaving the woman by herself.
Hard to believe that it's been six months since he started his lone mission as Spider-Man. It's like it was only yesterday that he was just a normal teenager with average days and average problems.
Six Months Ago
Crimson red eyes open as sunlight strikes the young face of a sixteen-year-old boy with raven black hair that fell to his shoulders, pale skin, and a sharp face.
"Man… I hate Mondays…" The boy muttered as he slowly got out of bed, put on a pair of wire-frame glasses, and walked over to his bathroom.
After a few minutes, the boy exits the bathroom in a pair of blue jean pants with a towel on his head as he feverishly rubs his hair to dry it off.
The boy sighs as he looks at his clock which read 6:45 AM. "Man, I really hate Mondays especially when it's on my birthday."
"Aaron, breakfast is ready!" A woman's voice shouted from his closed door.
"I'll be there in a minute, mom." The boy known as Aaron told his mother as he slipped on a black t-shirt, a red hooded jacket, and red boots with black straps as he grabbed a book bag and left his bedroom.
After making his way downstairs, Aaron entered the kitchen to see a woman in her early-thirties with long silver hair, crimson red eyes, and pale skin. She wore a white blouse, a blue skirt, and white heeled shoes. Overall she was a beautiful woman that would make any man fall head over heels for her.
"Morning, mom," Aaron greeted.
The woman turns around and gives her son a warm smile. "Good morning, sweetheart,"
Aaron smells the air and breaks out into a wide grin. "Oh man, is that what I think it is?"
"Yep, chocolate chip pancakes with bacon and a glass of milk" Aaron's mother answered as she placed down a plate of toast before taking her seat at the table.
"Wow, mom, you are the best. You've just made my day seem brighter." The boy praised his mother as he began to eat his breakfast.
"Oh my, I knew I outdid myself in cooking but I didn't think you would praise me so much…" She trailed off with an embarrassed look on her face while Aaron continued to eat before he noticed the time as his eyes widened a fraction.
"Crap! I'm gonna be late for the bus!" The black-haired teen exclaimed in alarm before he quickly ate up his meal and ran to the front door. "Bye, mom, see you later!"
"Have a good day, sweetheart!" His mother called out with a smile.
After running out the door, Aaron almost missed the bus stop but managed to make it on time to meet up with his friends.
…Well, as many friends as he could get due to being a computer science nerd.
You see, Aaron Armistice was not a popular kid. Actually, he was pretty much a common boy that stuck with trying to get good grades and avoiding jocks that like to bully him.
"Well, if it isn't puny Aaron." An arrogant young man's voice mocked the ravenette. "I thought my punching bag wasn't gonna show."
The boy mentally sighed. The one who had just called him out was Cardin Winchester, resident bully, and all-time anti-Faunus protester. The jock is also captain of the football team along with his group of dimwitted friends.
"Come on, Cardin, it's my birthday. Can't you save the bullying for later?" Aaron frowned at the brunette. He and Cardin had never gotten along especially when he started middle school, the older boy was a major jerk. The raven-haired teen had no idea why Cardin always picked on him but it was hard to rein in his anger towards him and his flunkies.
"Oh, it's puny Aaron's birthday?" Cardin spoke in a voice that made it sound like he was speaking with a baby. "Then how about I give you my birthday present?"
"Dare I ask, what it is?" The young man deadpanned. It's not like he hadn't seen it before because of Cardin's reason for a birthday present would definitely be something bad.
The next thing he knew, Aaron was shoved to the ground with team CRDL towering over him, cracking their knuckles and leering down at him.
"Simple, a birthday beatdown," Cardin smirked, raising his fist ready to punch his victim… only to be stopped by a much stronger grip.
"Seriously, Winchester, can't you go one day without being a douche to everyone?" A young woman's voice taunted the boy.
Aaron's scarlet eyes laid upon a rather attractive girl about his age with long blonde hair that becomes lighter in color at the tips and flows in a loose and messy manner, with a few locks sticking out and a small cowlick on top of her head. She has a pale complexion and lilac eyes. She wore a tan vest with gold piping over a yellow low-cut crop top with a black crest that resembles a burning heart. The vest has puffy cap sleeves with black cuffs. On the sides of the cuffs, there are two small golden buttons. She also wore a brown belt with a buckle, a pouch, and a small banner-like object. The same burning heart crest appears on this banner, except golden in color, black shorts under her belt, which resembles a pleated skirt in the back. Over the short shorts but under the belt is a white asymmetrical back skirt. An orange scarf, brown knee-high platform boots that appear to be made of leather, with orange socks of different lengths. Her left leg also has a gray bandana-like object wrapped around the top of her boot. She wears fingerless black gloves and yellow symmetrical bracelets.
This was one of the most attractive girls in his class, Yang Xiao Long. She was the toughest girl in school, if not, the strongest. She had a thing for bad jokes and flirting with guys along with some teasing. There are also times in which that if anyone touched or damaged her hair… Oh, heaven help the poor soul who angered the dragon. Despite that, she was beautiful, kind, and… someone that Aaron had a slight crush on.
"This doesn't concern you, Xiao Long." Cardin hissed despite his brave face, he was in utter agony.
"Oh, I make it my concern when some stupid gorilla thought it was fun to pick on someone weaker than him." Yang's cheerful grin was a front which promised pain. "So you either go," She tightened her grip, a slight popping noise being heard as Cardin fell to one knee. "Or I start breaking your fingers."
Cardin glanced at his friends for help but even they backed away in terror. No one wanted to mess with the school's boxing champ especially when that someone could punch a guy's teeth in without any need for gloves. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" He pleaded, prompting the blonde to release the young man.
"Beat it," Yang growled, giving them the stink eye in which the four jocks stalked away while hissing under their breaths.
Aaron looked away in embarrassment. Why wouldn't he? He was just saved again by the same girl that he had liked since elementary school... Well, not the only girl but you get the idea.
"Doing alright there, Aaron?" Yang grinned down at him, offering her hand to the boy.
"Yeah, thanks again for the help." The ravenette sighed, taking the offered limb in question as the girl lifted him up to his feet. "Shouldn't you be walking Ruby to school?"
"Didn't you forget?" The blonde raised a delicate brow at the boy. "Ruby is starting her first year of high school right now."
"Huh?" The young man blinked a few times. "I didn't know. Where is she anyways?"
"She's on her way. Had to stop by to visit someone." Yang's expression seemed to deflate for a few seconds only to brighten right back up. "Still, Armistice, you need to defend yourself. You can't let guys like Cardin push you around like that."
Frowning, the young man looked away. "I know that. But sometimes standing up to a bully will always lead to a fight and I don't like to fight." He remarked, putting his hands in his pockets.
Yang didn't seem to like that answer but she figured that Aaron would figure out his problems one way or another. "Well, if you ever need any help then I'm always here to talk, Aaron."
"Sure, I got it. Thanks, Yang." He hoisted his backpack and stood in silence to wait for the bus.
Yang frowned, she always thought her friend would be more open during high school. The blonde girl remembered from her days in elementary school that Aaron was always bright and happy when they were younger. He was everyone's friend and he liked others as well but that all seemed to have changed when they were in middle school.
It was like Aaron went from cheerful and full of life to sullen and distant…
"Yang!" A higher, energetic voice broke through the awkward silence.
"Oh, hey Ruby!" The blonde smiled widely, waving at an approaching girl.
Said girl had black hair tinted red at the tips of her bangs with silver eyes and pale skin. Dressed in a black long-sleeved blouse, a red skirt, black stockings, and black combat boots with red soles and laces. On her back was a backpack, colored in the same scheme as her clothing with the added addition of a few wolf claw marks and puppy faced stickers.
Aaron remembered this girl from when he and Yang hung out as kids. This was the blonde's younger half-sister, Ruby Rose. To explain, Yang's birth mother left her dad when Yang was still a baby so her father married an old friend of his, a woman named Summer Rose, Ruby's birth mother. They were really happy and they welcomed Aaron into their lives like the son they never had. In all honesty, the colorful dysfunctional family was his second set of parents and siblings… even thought he still had his mom but no younger or older siblings.
"Hey, Aaron…" Ruby waved shyly at the boy, a faint bit of color on her pale cheeks that Yang seemed to notice.
"Oh? What's this? Is my baby sister crushing on Aaron?" The buxom blonde asked with a teasing tone in her voice.
"Y-Yang!?" The young girl exclaimed utterly embarrassed, her face glowing the same color as her hair dye.
Aaron chuckled after feeling his spirits lift a bit. "Okay, Yang, no need to tease your baby sister." He added in.
The younger girl whined childishly just as the bus to their school arrived. The three teens entered the vehicle, opting to sit in the back of the bus with a few other kids as well.
Aaron sat in the single seat in the back while Yang and Ruby were in the seat next to him. The black-haired boy could make out several other teens his age, some of them human and a few of them Faunus.
He knew some of these kids as well. A blonde, scraggly guy named Jaune Arc. The ever hyper redhead, Nora Valkyrie and her best friend, the silent Lie Ren. The bookworm cat Faunus, Blake Belladonna. The ice queen and heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, Weiss Schnee. Then there's the beautiful and athletic Pyrrha Nikos, she's great at sports and she's a Class-A honor study.
Not really feeling the need to talk right now, Aaron took out his headphones and stuffed them in his ears then blasted the song 'Red like Roses' in his head. He leaned his head back to nap all the way to the school. Had he been awake for a few more seconds, he would've noticed the looks he was getting from Blake, Yang, and Ruby.
Beacon High School
When the bus arrived at the school, all of the kids disembarked with Aaron following loosely behind. Once he stepped in through the front doors, the boy was met with the vice principal of Beacon: Glynda Goodwitch. It's no surprise that she's quite the bombshell, especially when over half the male population in the school has wet dreams about her. Though due to her icy, cold exterior barely anyone could get close to her. The only exclusion to that would be her favorite student, Aaron Armistice.
"Mister Armistice." Glynda nodded at the teenage boy with a barely noticeable grin.
"Miss Glynda, good morning." Aaron smiled softly, nodding in the older woman's general direction.
"I hear it's your birthday today." The woman said, folding her arms under her breasts.
The boy frowned but nodded all the same. "Yeah, that's right." It figures that Yang would be mouthing off again.
"Well, I know it may not be much but," Glynda reached into her coat pocket and took out a birthday card. "Happy Birthday, Mister Armistice."
Taking the offered gift, Aaron smiled faintly at the gesture. He had known Glynda since he was a freshman; not only that but she was also the first teacher he connected with. Overall, she was like an aunt to him. A tough aunt with a cold exterior but a warm heart.
"Thanks, Miss Goodwitch." The young man nodded at the blonde woman.
"Well, get on to class. Your field trip to the Schnee Dust Science Division is coming up soon." Glynda ushered the boy away.
Aaron took off towards his homeroom class while Glynda watched him.
"I see you've given him his birthday gift, Glynda." A spoke behind the woman. Said voice belonged to the head principal of the school, Professor Ozpin.
"It was better to give it to him now rather than later," Glynda stated as her boss sipped his favorite brew of coffee.
"Yes, you have a point." The grey-haired man nodded in agreement.
Schnee Dust Company: Science Division - Three Hours Later
"Welcome to the SDC labs," An elderly man in a white lab coat greeted the students as they began walking through the area. "Where we make tomorrow possible, today. My name is Dr. Mendel Stromm and I will be your guide around our prestigious laboratory."
Not many of the students really showed much interest in the subject. Yang, Ruby, along with several of the kids that Aaron knew didn't really pay attention. The only ones who did were him, Ren, Blake, Pyrrha, and Weiss. In Aaron's mind, the tech was utterly fantastic.
"Here we study to see what will unlock the next step of human evolution through our genetics," Doctor Stromm explained while leading everyone through the labs. "Now can anyone tell me why exactly we're doing that?"
No one raised their hand, the only ones who did were Aaron, Blake, Weiss, and Pyrrha.
"Yes, you," Stromm gestured to Blake with a grin. "Can you tell me why we are doing this, young lady?"
"To better relations between humans and faunus." The black-haired girl with cat ears replied.
"Very good," Stromm nodded with his grin widening. "Yes, as you can see with how the world is going so far, we've come to a conclusion that mankind and faunus should come together as one people. However, the White Fang was a byproduct of human foolishness."
"Maybe animals should remain muzzled and in chains." Cardin joked, his friends laughing while others scowled at them. Even Aaron found that comment rather disgusting since judging by Blake's harsh glare at Winchester's head as if trying to bore a hole at it.
"Then I suppose humanity is doomed to repeat its mistakes if Mr. Winchester's neanderthal comment is to go by anything." Doctor Stromm's jab at Cardin's intelligence had the boy growling irritably while his classmates giggled or chuckled at his expense.
Aaron smirked at the bully's embarrassment. He reached into his backpack and brought out a camera. "Doctor Stromm, you don't mind if I…" He droned.
"I see no problem with that. It's not like I'm showing you secret weapons projects or things like that." The elderly man replied.
Grinning, the photographer snapped a few pictures with his camera as the tour continued on.
Before he could take a picture of what could be a new genetic amplifier, Cardin shoved Aaron to the ground. "Oops, my bad. I wasn't watching where I was going." He stated mockingly.
Picking himself up, the black-haired boy looked down to find his camera broken from the fall. He clenched his hands into fists, sorely tempted to punch out the bully. Aaron reached for his prized camera only for another hand to pick it up. His crimson orbs followed the hand until it landed on the class bookworm, Blake Belladonna.
"You should really tell a teacher about this." She commented.
Sullenly, the boy stood up. "Not like that'll ever stop him." He remarks. "He'll just pick on me even more."
"If you want, I could get Nora to break his legs." The Faunus girl offered.
"Thanks for the offer, but I can handle a simple bully," Aaron replied as he passed Blake, who looked at him faintly concerned.
The two teens regrouped with the rest of their class as Dr. Stromm continued his monologuing. "Now, who can tell me what Neurogenetics is?" The scientist asked.
At this point, Weiss spoke up, "It's the study of genetics through the role of the nervous system." She answered, earning a grin from the elderly man.
"Yes, excellent answer, Miss Schnee." He said then led the teens over to various containers filled with small insects. "Now in all our years of intense study in genetics, we've found the key by unlocking the hidden potential through Arachnids." The moment the words left his mouth, video screens showcasing images of various spiders and scorpions, all of them bigger than their natural breed, freaking some of the kids out.
"Ew!" Nora stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"Nore, be nice." Ren chastised his childhood friend.
Aaron looked at the arachnids with a look of marvel. His gaze never leaving the genetically-enhanced spiders and scorpions. His inner scientist wondered just what these critters could do if put in a hostile situation.
"These Arachnids are stronger and more durable than their own species. They can defend against their predators as if they can sense them." Dr. Stromm continued his explanation. "These creatures are the first in a long line that shall bridge the gap between humans and Faunus. If we can harness their DNA, we can perfect an evolution that shall change the course of life itself."
"Sir, what is the purpose of these Arachnids?" Pyrrha asked with a hint of curiosity.
"Let me explain. Spiders are said to have an impact on the agricultural ecosystems as biological control agents. Their webbing is strong enough to hold any form of prey. If we can replicate their abilities, we can use their anatomy to construct vaccines for diseases, performance enhancers for construction workers to lift objects three times their weight, and we can use their webbing as sealant or cement. The possibilities are endless." The scientist grinned. "Now, shall we continue with the to-?"
An intern quickly came to the man's side, "Dr. Stromm, we have a situation."
"What is it?" He asked, narrowing his eyes as the young intern whispered in the elderly man's ear. "What do you mean it got out?!"
Many of the students started whispering while the teacher quickly quieted them down.
"Everyone, I'm afraid we'll have to cut this short. Please follow me to the rec room. From there, we will be providing a quick lunch for you all." The scientist informed the teens, leading them down a hallway.
Aaron stopped halfway, looking back at the Arachnid cages. He wanted to get a better look at them. See if there was anything really special about them. Had he looked up, he would've noticed the small black and red spider overhead in the ceiling as it slowly lowered itself down towards the boy.
The young man marveled at the genetically-altered arachnids with wide eyes. "These things are so awesome. The possibilities of what these spiders could do is limitless."
"Never thought I'd see someone like you fascinated by a bunch of bugs." Came the voice of Weiss Schnee.
Aaron glanced at the heiress. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he's had a crush on Weiss since she enrolled in public schools. In fact, Jaune also has a crush on the pale-haired girl. Unfortunately, she refuses the advances of every guy that tries to hit on her.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" The crimson-eyed boy inquired.
Weiss rolled her eyes. "What I mean, Armistice is that you're usually so reclusive. You've never really shown interest in anything."
"Even I have hobbies, Weiss." Aaron retorted. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a spare disposable camera. "Now if you don't mind, I want to get some photos."
"Any chance I can be in one?"
"Eh?" He looks at the heiress in surprise.
"I hear you're in the photography class," Weiss stated. "Your pictures are quite good. Maybe even good enough to be in newspapers."
A tinge of scarlet appeared on his pale cheeks. "O-oh, thanks. But I don't really think I'm all that good."
"Take a picture of me then." The girl offered the birthday boy a soft grin. "I'll even stand in front of the bugs if it'll make it more interesting."
"You'd really do that?" Aaron looked at Weiss in surprise.
"Of course," She giggled. It sounded so melodic and beautiful. "Consider it your birthday present."
The young man broke out into a joyful grin. He took his camera, readied the primer, and focused the lens on the white-haired beauty. "Alright, give me a little pose and say 'cheese'."
Weiss turned and did a little pose that showed she was interested in the spiders. "Cheese." She said with a bright smile.
Just before he took the picture, a small black-red spider landed on Aaron's hand without his notice. It crawled a few centimeters before sinking its fangs deep into his skin.
"Ow!" He cried out, dropping his camera and holding his hand.
"Hey, are you okay?" The young heiress asked him, concern etched onto her porcelain features.
"Y-yeah, something just bit me is all," Aaron replied with a grimace. His eyes landed on an angry welt growing from a pair of bite marks. "I think a spider was hanging on the ceiling. Must've thought I had a fly on me."
Weiss giggled. "Guess you're a bug magnet."
"Not funny. This really hurts." He growled.
"Oh, stop being a baby. It's just a stupid spider bite. It's not like it'll kill you." She shot back.
Aaron glared at the heiress. "People are right. You are an Ice Queen." Clutching his hand, he turned away from the girl and left the premises altogether.
What he didn't know was that his comment hurt Weiss more than he really cared. Evident by the slender fingers clenched into fists hard enough for her manicured fingernails to bite into flesh. "You… you don't know anything about me…" Her voice watery, yet full of sadness.
SDC Research & Development
Dr. Stromm entered a private laboratory where dozens of scientists were going ragged on what to do about their missing specimen.
"Can someone explain to me how one of the genetically-altered spiders escaped containment?" He demanded, obviously displeased with the news he received.
"Sorry, Dr. Stromm, we're still trying to find the conclusion to that problem." One of the scientists explained.
"Mr. Schnee is not going to like it when he finds out that his product is missing. If we don't find that spider soon, we're all gonna wind up on the streets." The older man stated. "Now find me that damn spider and try not to squish it. If I find even a leg on someone's shoe, you're out of a job!"
"Yes, doctor." The SDC scientists quickly moved to begin their search.
Dr. Stromm rubbed his aching head, a migraine beginning to manifest as the clusterfuck of today's events started to get to him. Unfortunately, his bad day was only just beginning…
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Taking out his Scroll, the scientist grimaced when he noticed the name of the caller: Jacques Schnee.
"Fuck my life… Dr. Warren's got better luck than me these days."
Armistice Residence - Two Hours Later
After the field trip had ended, Aaron returned home with a bandage over the spider bite. While normally, he'd be fine. However, he's been feeling nauseous and disoriented. It actually took the help of Yang and Ruby to lead him back home.
The moment he stepped through the door, he noticed his mother sitting at the dining room table with a disheartened look on her face. There was a stack of envelopes on the table top. When she finally noticed that her son was home, she quickly hid the letter in her hands under the rest of the envelopes and gave Aaron a bright smile. "Hello, sweetie."
"Hey, mom." The boy smiled back, despite his apparent dizziness.
"Are you feeling alright?" She asked in concern, recognizing his disorienting posture.
"Yeah, just feeling a little sick is all. The school was serving meatloaf, or what was passed off as meatloaf." Came his quib.
"Oh, I'll head upstairs and fetch some medicine for you. Get yourself a glass of water until then." With that said, Aaron's mother marched off upstairs to grab the needed medicine for him.
Frowning, the young man snuck over to the dining table and rummaged through the letters until he found the form his mom had before.
Giving it a quick read, Aaron realized that they were bills! And their payments for the house and all the necessities were past due.
Nevermind the dates they were issued on. The prices were what shocked him!
There's no way that they had enough money to pay for any of this!
Ever since his father died, his mother had to take three jobs just to put food on the table. If that wasn't bad enough, the White Fang would always attack shops that were near his mom's work areas.
At times like this, he wished he could make all their problems go away…
Aaron quickly hid the bill back under the pile of letters then made his way to the kitchen. For now, he'll try and find a job to help pay off the debt. At least this way, his mother's burden will be lightened.
The Next Morning
When sunlight struck his eyelids, Aaron groaned loudly. "Ugh, I hate the sun…" He reached over to grab his glasses and put them on. However, he noticed that his eyesight was rather blurry. "That's weird." He took off his glasses and realized… "W-what?! I can see!"
He puts his glasses on and takes them off to test it a few times. His eyesight had gotten better. But how?
At that moment, his clock's alarm rang, shocking him enough to send him jumping to the ceiling and clinging onto it like a cat. "What the hell!?" He exclaimed in shock, looking at his hands and feet. "I'm sticking to the- WHOA!" His current stickiness had left him, dropping the boy back onto his bed.
Aaron tried to get up by grabbing his bedpost, but for some reason, his grip on it crushed the wood.
"Super strength?!" He cried out in surprise.
Just what the hell is happening to him!?
"Aaron," A knock came from his bedroom door. "Are you alright, honey? I heard a crashing noise."
"I'm alright, mom." The boy replied. "I just fell on the floor."
"Okay, please be more careful next time, sweetheart."
"Alright, mom." He answered, looking back at the broken bed post. 'This is gonna take some getting used to…'
Beacon High School
Aaron looked down at his right hand while he opened his locker to pull out his biology book for Professor Peach's class. He wondered how he suddenly got these abilities? Super strength, heightened awareness, enhanced speed, agility, 'stick-em' powers, and some form of sixth sense.
"Hello! Remnant to Armistice! Is anyone home?" Came the loud voice of Yang Xiao Long, who waved her hand in front of her friend's face.
"Huh? Oh. Sorry, Yang." The boy apologized. "I've had a lot on my mind recently."
"So I've heard. Students have been saying you got bit by a little spider and got sick." The blonde giggled.
Aaron frowned. "And who started these rumors?"
"The resident idiots are known as Team Cardinal," Yang answered.
The dark-haired boy sighed. "Of course…" He muttered.
"So how are you feeling? I mean, are you still sick?" The buxom blonde asked, twirling a lock of her golden hair with a finger.
"No. In fact, I feel great." Aaron replied with a grin. Apparently, his newly-acquired Spider powers seemed to be altering his entire body structure. Not in a mutant sort of way, but more of a… special way.
"Ow! Please stop! That hurts!" A girl cried out in pain.
The two friends turn to the sound of the voice and found themselves angered by Cardin and his gang of thugs, bullying the resident shy rabbit Faunus, Velvet Scarlatina.
"I told you guys they were real." Cardin laughed, pulling on Velvet's bunny ears again, ignoring her cries of pain.
"What a freak!" Russel Thrush, a skinny looking boy with a green mohawk, laughed.
Aaron seethed at the sight. It was no big surprise that Cardin and his gang liked to pick on Faunus, especially Velvet. He was always picked on by the bully but seeing him pull on Velvet's ears like that... something in him just snapped.
Yang noticed this and swore she could hear the bones in the boy's fists crack in frustration. "Aaron…?" She called out softly to get his attention. However, he seemed to ignore it.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size, you bunch of pea-brained dickheads!" The red-eyed teen shouted, drawing looks of surprise from everyone present, including Team CRDL.
Cardin, enraged, released his grip on the bunny Faunus's ear and snarled at the smaller boy. "Well, well, look at this, boys. Puny Aaron's finally decided to grow some balls for once in his life."
Sky Lark, a teen with neck-length blue hair, cracked his knuckles. "Let's teach him a lesson, Cardin."
"I second that." Dove Bronzewing, a boy with dirty blonde hair and seemingly closed eyes, nodded in agreement.
Yang looked about ready to jump in and defend her friend from the coming assault, but she knew that even the 'Dragon of Beacon High' couldn't take on four guys at once. "Aaron, just stop before you get-"
"No, Yang. This has been a long time coming." Aaron dismissed his blonde friend's concern as a wicked grin appeared on his face. After all, he has super strength. Why not use it?
"You're so dead, Armistice!" Cardin yelled, throwing a fist at the boy.
In a split second, Aaron felt a presence warning him of the danger. After that, everything seemed to go in slow motion. If the boy could, he'd be laughing loudly with how giddy he was feeling right now. He now had it. The power to make things better. To make it better for him and his mother!
Aaron effortlessly dodged Cardin's punch, surprising him. Then the shorter teen grabbed hold of the older boy's arm and threw him right into the lockers with enough force to dent the metal.
"Oh my God…" Pyrrha had her hands over her mouth as she witnessed this.
"Damn. I didn't know Aaron had it in him." Yang said in surprise.
Russel, Sky, and Dove stared at their half-conscious friend/leader's form then back at Aaron, who still had that wicked grin on his face as he gestured at them with a finger.
"Who's next?" He challenged.
Instantly, Russel and Dove lunged at him, trying to take him down together.
Keyword being tried.
Aaron's sixth sense informed him of the danger before it even reached him. With speed and agility, he never had, the boy flipped over them both then slammed their heads together, knocking them out.
Sky tried to pounce on Aaron, but the red-eyed teen lept in the air and drove his knee directly into the blue-haired boy's face.
CRACK!
"AHH! My nose!" Sky cried out in pain as he fell to the floor with blood dripping in between his fingers.
All the teenagers present could only stare in shock and awe as they had just witnessed, possibly the wimpiest kid in school beat up Team CRDL.
"What is going on here?!" The teens parted, revealing the scowling face of Glynda Goodwitch. The older blonde woman's green eyes landed on the sight of Aaron standing over the groaning forms of Cardin and his friends with blood on his knuckles. "Mr. Armistice?" She spoke, surprised and concerned about the young man.
Aaron looked back at Glynda, his face, which had once been filled with anger and rage, looked utterly terrified. "M-Ms. Goodwitch! T-this isn't what it looks like!"
"Oh really? Because it looks like you're standing there while these boys are on the floor and hurt. You also seem to have their blood on your fists." Glynda said, crossing her arms under her breasts while she glared disappointingly at the red-eyed boy.
"But these guys were-" He was cut off by the woman.
"I don't care! My office, right now!" Glynda gestured down the hall.
Aaron couldn't believe this! He just wanted to help the girl these punks were bullying and he's the one getting in trouble?! He growled in frustration. "This is bullshit!" He yelled, slamming a fist into the locker hard enough to quite literally bend the metal in half.
"Now, Mr. Armistice!" Glynda demanded.
Aaron leveled a glare down at Cardin one last time, which struck a cord of fear in the bully's soul. "Fine." He marched past all of the gathered students, including Yang and Glynda.
"What was that about?" Jaune asked no one in particular.
"Oh, maybe he got bit by a radioactive spider and got superpowers!" Nora suggested.
"Nora, I don't think that's it." Ren pointed out.
Velvet, who had been sitting there holding her aching ears, looked to Glynda. "Ms. Goodwitch, it's not his fault. He was just-"
"Whether they were good intentions or not, Mr. Armistice still used violence to solve this problem." The Vice Principal of Beacon High stated.
Meanwhile…
Aaron sat in detention with a frown. "This is bullshit…" He growled.
"Language, Mr. Armistice." Glynda scolded the boy.
Aaron huffs as he folded his arms across his chest and sat in his desk. "I don't see what the big deal is. I do one little good deed and I'm the one getting in trouble?"
Glynda leveled a small scowl at the teen. "You broke Mr. Lark's nose."
"He and his friends had it coming!" He shot back.
"You gave them all serious concussions! They had to go to the hospital for it." The blonde retorted.
The red-eyed boy scoffed. "They're lucky I didn't give them broken bones."
"Aaron!" Glynda exclaimed.
"I've been pushed around long enough by those asshats!" Aaron shouted, slamming his fists on the desk and cracking the wooden frame. "Nobody in this stupid school cares about what happens to me!? So why should I give a damn what happens to them!"
"Aaron, that is enough!"
"You're not my damn mother!" The boy yelled. "All you've ever done is just stand there looking pretty while I got my ass kicked by Cardin and his group of idiots!"
"Do not make me have to inform Professor Ozpin about this incident!" She warned.
"Go ahead! I've had enough of this crappy school! I'm smart enough to get a job without a diploma!" Aaron yelled, standing up from his broken desk and marching over to the door.
"Mr. Armistice, I didn't say you could-" Glynda put a hand on the boy's shoulder to stop him… until he cut her off by thrusting his hand out and shoving her back with his spider strength.
"Don't touch me!"
Glynda cried out in pain as she landed harshly on her back. She looked at the boy in sorrow and surprise. "Aaron…"
Said boy looked back at his 'aunt' and felt guilt well up inside of him. He turned away from her and walked out, remorsed.
Schnee Dust Company - Atlas Section
At a well-decorated room with a white oak desk labeled with the crest of the Schnee family, sat one of the richest men in all of Remnant: Jacques Schnee.
The white-haired man sat with his hands folded. Recent news of one of his new genetically-altered arachnids seemed to make him rather… irritated. Dr. Stromm had informed him that one of the spiders had escaped containment, which is not supposed to happen.
Jacques pressed a button on a built-in intercom. "Doctor Octavius, I have need of your expertise."
Appearing on a television screen was the face of a Caucasian man with brown hair in a bowl cut with his eyes covered by a black visor. He seemed to be wearing a white lab coat.
"Mr. Schnee. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" Doctor Otto Octavius asked his boss in a condescending manner that just spoke 'egotistical'.
"I'd like for you to bring up the tracking beacon on the missing super spider. I can't have my product be squashed underfoot." The Schnee patriarch demanded.
"Very well. I shall bring it up as soon as possible." Otto replied. "By the way, how is young Weiss doing? It's been quite some time since I last saw the young lady."
"Still in the middle of her studies. I have no need to worry about her." Jacques remarked coldly.
"Do you feel that Ms. Weiss made a mistake in going to public schools in Vale instead of private schooling here in Atlas?" The brunette raised an eyebrow in question.
"What my daughter does is irrelevant to me. She believes that learning from a commoner's perspective will give her a better insight into the real world. Foolish child." The white-haired man scowled. "Just like her older sister, Winter. Running off to prove themselves worthy of the Schnee name."
"If I recall, you married into the Schnee name." Otto pointed out with a barely-concealed smirk.
Jacques glared at the scientist. "Do not forget your place, Octavius."
"My apologies. Here are the coordinates of the test subject." Otto replied, sending GPS coordinates on the arachnid.
"Vale… detestable place. So unlike Atlas." Jacques remarked. "I'll have to send someone to recover the subject, or at the very least, its remains."
Armistice Residence
After returning home, Aaron started looking for a job online. Well, anything he could do with his newly acquired spider powers. Something he'd have no problem with in using them. A job that allowed him to use his capabilities to their full potential. Something like-
Ooh! Wrestling!
Aaron read over the brochure and smirked when he noticed the prize money. Fifty thousand liens for surviving three minutes with the champion, Bonesaw Mcgraw.
The boy smirked when he looked down at his hand. "I suppose I can use these powers to get that money. Help pay the bills and maybe save a little spending money for myself."
Though there was a question…
"How am I going to do it? I can't just go with my face present. Otherwise, everyone will start hassling me."
Aaron got on his laptop and looked up wrestlers. Once the search engine came up… he noticed how some of the wrestlers wore masks.
"Hm, I think I've got an idea." He said to himself while looking up different kinds of spandex until his eyes caught sight of a pair of red and blue spandex. "Now those might look good on me."
Aaron quickly put out the order and used the money he saved up from all the days he mowed lawns or painted fences to pay for it.
"Now I've got to come up with a wrestling name…"
Remnant Wrestling Federation Stadium (Vale District) [Two Days Later]
"WAHHHH!" A man cried out as he is thrown out of a wrestling ring by a gorilla faunus in a black unitard with black boots and gloves.
"And there goes another victim from our champion: Bonesaw Mcgraw!" An announcer declared as the crowd, human and faunus alike, cheered for the Champ.
Bonesaw waved his arms, soaking up the cries of the crowd. He took the mic from the announcer and shouted, "Next victim!"
Taking his microphone back, the announcer relayed to the crowd, "For the grand prize of fifty thousand liens, our amateur wrestlers will have to survive three minutes in the ring with our champion. So far we've had fifty challengers step up only to end up with a ticket to the hospital. Will our next challenger fair any better?"
Meanwhile, in the backstage, a rather rotund dark-skinned woman looked through the line of challengers, each of them big and beefy, save for the one that was currently in front of her. "There's no featherweight division here, kid." She remarked. "Next!"
"No, no! Sign me up, please." The costumed individual argued. "I can handle it."
Sighing, the woman read the document. "Alright. You understand that the RWF is not liable to pay for any injuries that you may and probably will suffer, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am." He nodded.
"Alright, go ahead." She gestured with her head.
"Thank you." The young man marched off to take the challenge and get his money.
Back in the ring, the crowd was getting antsy and so was Bonesaw. The announcer pressed a finger to the small phone in his ear and nodded. "Ladies and gentlemen of the audience, we've just received a report for tonight's challenger. If he can survive just three minutes in the ring then he'll be awarded a sum of fifty thousand liens. Now introducing our challenger!" The lights dimmed as a spotlight trailed to the entrance ramp. "The terrifying, the spectacular, the amazing Spider-Man!"
Stepping out of the entrance is the wrestler. However, instead of a tall, muscular man, it was a scrawny teenager in a red and blue pair of spandex with a full mask covering his face. The mask had white lense eyes and black webbing covering the red areas of his suit. On his chest is a small black spider symbol while on the back is a larger red spider.
Immediately, the crowd booed at the approaching wrestler. Some of them were even throwing food or shouting rude comments.
"Go back to bed, junior!"
"Bonesaw's gonna crush ya, insect!"
"Geez, tough crowd," Spider-Man said quietly.
The arachnid-themed wrestler hopped onto the ring without a problem. When he stood to his full height, Bonesaw almost laughed when he realized just how puny the little luchador was. "Hey, freakshow. You should've stayed at home with mommy! Now I'm gonna rip all of your limbs off, one by one." He smirked.
"Cute outfit. Did your boyfriend make it for you?" Spider-Man quipped.
The moment the bell rang to signal the start of the match, the gorilla faunus was already seeing red. With a savage roar, he reared his arm back to throw a punch and threw it towards the little geek's face. However, the masked man managed to leap clear over him with the finesse of a gymnast.
Spider-Man landed in a crouch on one of the ring posts. "Ooh, did I make you angry? I'm sorry. Is it that time of the month?"
"I'm gonna flatten you, bug!" Bonesaw growled, running haphazardly to get his hands on the little bastard.
"I'll have you know that spiders are arachnids, not insects." The Webhead pointed out as he flips over the giant wrestler then placed his hands on his back, secretly using his adhesive powers and his super strength, to lift the faunus into the air much to the shock of everyone present. "Man, have you been eating those yellow sponge cakes with the cream in them?"
"How the…!? How the hell are you lifting me?!" Bonesaw yelled in surprise.
"I drink lots of milk. Oh, and by the way…" Spider-Man slammed the gorilla faunus onto the mat. "I'm actually dropping you."
The wrestler tried to say something, but the backlash and sudden grapple move left him dazed. He managed to stay conscious for a few more seconds before finally drifting to sleepy time.
"We have a winner!" The announcer declared after the referee called it. "Give it up for your new champion: Spider-Man!"
The arachnid wrestler had his left arm raised by the ref. The crowd cheered loudly for him. A bright smile was hidden behind his mask as he looked upon his new fans.
The announcer came to his side and whispered, "Hey, kid. How'd you like a job here?"
"Seriously?" Spider-Man said, surprised.
"Yeah, after what you did, the crowd loves you! You take this job, you're gonna be making some big money." The man smirked.
Behind the mask, Aaron grinned widely. Finally, things were looking his way. He'll have a paying job, he'll have respect, and he can help his mother with the bills.
"You've got yourself a deal."
A/N: That's it for the first chapter. I've been wanting to do something like this ever since the new Spider-Man game was teased. So this is the homage to that game. Plotlines will differ from Earth-616, the Ultimate universe, and even a couple times from either the games, movies, or television shows.
Now just because the RWBY characters don't have their powers, doesn't mean they can't get them along the way. A few of them will be heroes while some will be villains. Since there aren't any Grimm, their lives have been changed drastically.
Aaron/Spider-Man will have different suits. What was mentioned so far was the latest Spider Armor and the classic suit. Eventually, I will use other suits like the Homecoming suit, the Symbiote suit, and even the White Spider suit. Velocity suit as well because that thing is a beast.
If you have suggestions on which characters should be heroes and villains then I'd love to hear them in either the review box or in a PM. If you'd like to submit a storyline idea or a character then that must be PM'd. No posting it in the review box because ideas like those should be private. You never know when someone might steal your idea.
Review and comment. Love it, hate it, but just know that you've read it.
Peace out, everyone!
