A/N: Hello, all! I haven't written anything in a few years and this is my first story for Glee, but I had this idea and it just wouldn't leave me alone. It's been a while for me, so I hope you can bear with me as I find my footing again in writing. I intend for this piece to be a mix of all of the Spider-Man films, with the inclusion of some elements from the earlier comic books as well.

I consider this to be extremely AU, so if that's not your thing, this fic probably is not for you. I do not really have a set time for it, but I imagine it to take place in a sort of season three limbo. I have it mostly planned out. It's going to be rather silly but also have its serious moments if it turns out anything like I intend for it to. While I'm sure that someone has already written this, it is just an idea that would not leave me alone and I wanted to put my own spin on it, but all the same I hope you enjoy it. My apologies for rambling so much! This is completely un-betaed so all mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Neither is Spider-Man.

PROLOGUE

"Quinn! Quinnie! There's someone at the door for you."

Quinn Fabray stumbles into the foyer of her parents' home, rubbing her eyes. She shakes her head but stops when she realizes that only aggravates her pounding headache. It's 8 o'clock on a Saturday, who could possibly be visiting her now. Quinn comes to stand in the door way, half surprised to see her standing there, half wondering whether or not she ought to have expected this.

"Rachel, I-" She begins softly, then seems to think better of her tone and replaces it with something more gruff and defensive. "What are you doing here?" Quinn demands.

"I wanted to see you, I thought-"

"You thought what? You can't just show up here, all right? I told you. Stay away from me."

"But Quinn-"

Rachel looks dejected; her hands are shoved deep into the pockets of her coat. There's a sadness in her eyes that Quinn immediately hates seeing there, a fact made even worse by the fact that she knows that she is the cause.

"I can't do this Rachel. I'm going to make...a lot of enemies. And I just-" Quinn stands up a little straighter, trying to make less obvious the fact that she's crumbling inside. "If something happened to you I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for it. I can't- I will not put you in harm's way like that."

Rachel looks indignant. "Quinn Fabray, are you suggesting that I, me Rachel Berry wouldn't be able to take care of myself? I seem to recall coming to your rescue on more than one occasion."

Quinn's expression softens and she heaves a deep sigh. Over the past few months, her life had felt like something out of an action film. It was exhilarating and thrilling and frightening all at once, but it was only over the past few weeks that she had begun to see just how her new life was affecting the people around her. And more importantly than that, how it had the ability to take the people she loved away from her in an instant.

Everything seemed to be moving so quickly and Quinn felt as though she was losing control. If she could control anything at all, it had to be this. Rachel's safety and well-being meant more to her than anything else. If she had to cut Rachel out of her life in order to keep her out of harm's way, then she would do it. This gift- this curse that she had been given meant that she had to let go of the life she had known before.

Despite what everyone else might have thought- despite what she herself had thought at one point – Quinn realized that she couldn't have it all. She had a responsibility now. Whatever normal life she might have liked to live, she could not dwell on.

This is her calling, whether she likes it or not.

"No, I- Rachel..." Her voice trails off and she bites her lip, directing her gaze at the ground. It was no use; she could still feel the burning stare of those fierce brown eyes.

When she met Rachel's eyes again, Quinn hoped her gaze was just as fierce.

"I can't see you anymore," says Quinn as harshly as she can manage, wincing a little as she does so.

"You were my hero before all this, you know." Rachel says, bringing a hand up to dab at her eyes. They are just barely beginning to glaze over with tears. "And now you're- I don't know who you are." She pauses, sniffling slightly but still looking so strong, so determined. "Now you're just some girl running around in spandex and a mask. Trying to be a hero."

Those words sting, but she won't let Rachel know it. Before Quinn can say anything else, Rachel turns on her heel and strides off, each step stronger than the next.

And just like that, Rachel Berry is out of her life.

A/N: That's all for the prologue! I hope you enjoyed it.