Sora decided he should explore worlds alone more often.

Well, really, Donald and Goofy were great company; it was impossible not to smile at their Laurel and Hardy functioned personalities, not to mention they struck up the most interesting conversations(at one point Sora found out that creatures like those two never have a specific age), but Sora found that it was nice to just figure out a few things himself once in a while. He loved his friends, but everyone needed some occassional alone time.

In fact, for the last few months he hadn't been alone. Ever since he, Riku, King Mickey, Donald, and Goofy finally defeated Xemnas and arrived back home, he had been spending a lot of time with his first two friends. The Destiny Trio was reunited at last, and he couldn't be happier.

Riku and he rarely fought with toy swords anymore. They were evenly matched now, and it was just so dull using fake weapons instead of the real shear strength of their Keyblades. Sadly, they couldn't fight with Keyblades since they didn't want any resident on the island to wonder how and where they aquired them. But not being able to play fight didn't mean that he and Riku couldn't have fun together. They still raced, visited each other's homes, and talked. They found that their chats were alot more lively than before they left the islands.

Kairi...she certainly had changed. In a good way, of course. It was impossible for her to be bad, inside or out. Being away from Sora and Riku for a long period of time made her a little more reserved around others, and for some reason she often stared at Sora with a dreamy look on her face. He didn't mind it that much, in fact he kind of enjoyed it. It was no secret that he had loved her since she first ended up on the island, but he was never able to figure out if the feeling was mutual. They still talked, and Sora even made some sea salt ice cream for the two to eat. He had silently thanked Olette for teaching him how. He kinda figured it wasn't the time to go steady yet. Kairi looked like she was perfectly comfortable with just being friends, and he was gonna respect that. Anything to make her happy.

Three months after catching up with his two most special friends, he quickly grew bored. He still wasn't used to staying in one place for ages. Normally if went somewhere, he would stay for a day or two before he'd go to some other world. After contacting Donald and Goofy via Keyblade connection, they teleported him up to the Gummi Ship to take him to a whole new world. Kairi said she didn't mind it as long as I came back alive(even though the Heartless and Nobodies were gone, she was still a little scared for his and Riku's saftey), and Riku said he wasn't in the right mood. He still had a lot of things on his mind, going exploring in other worlds brought him more bad memories than good.

So here he was now, wandering around the streets of another Earth like Walle's world, only with less desertion and more people. The location he was in on this Earth was a place called Manhattan, New York-currently eight o' clock P.M. and blazing with blinding neon lights. It certainly wasn't quiet-over eight million people swarmed New York, Donald had informed him-, but Sora didn't mind. Any world would've done, and maybe he would meet some interesting people there. It happened whenever something bad occured, and a city like Manhattan was sure to have-

"STOP! THIEVES!"

Hello, bad occurence.

Leaping behind a nearby dumpster to summon his Keyblade(he wasn't really sure how a swarm of people would react to a weapon magically sparkling into thin air), then he jetted toward where he'd heard the noise. Out of a tall jewel store there appeared two thugs. Both were tall and muscular, but one had short light brown hair along with a striped green shirt and brown pants. The other had darker hair with a gray hoodie and gray sweat pants. The duo were carrying bags of what Sora assumed was jewels, and were running away without looking back. Hopefully the darkness would allow Sora to give them a surprise attack. They turned around a corner, and Sora stealthily dashed after them, turned the same corner as he prepared a swing and-

Where'd they go?

The corner that lead to an alley was deserted. The muddy ground showed their gigantic footprints stomping a few paces before they suddenly looked like they were dragged across and then...they were gone. Er, did the police set a net trap for them or could they fly? It's not like that would be impossible after all the things he'd seen.

Muffled grunting and creaking suddenly got Sora's attention. The sound wasn't coming from around him, but above him. Maybe it was a net trap after all, or the thugs were hiding, or...they were wrapped in a white substance while having that same stuff covering their mouths as they struggled in vain.

No, seriously, the thugs were hanging from the ceiling, wrapped like dolls for the police to get. Sora quirked an eyebrow.

"Wha-?"

It happened so quickly. Sora felt something wet and sticky splat onto his back, and suddenly he was yanked upward hard enough to make him drop his Keyblade out of shock, then he was next to the thugs and spinning around dizzyingly fast. With each turn, he felt more of the uncomfortable sticky stuff wrapping around his body, over his legs, thighs, stomach, chest, and it finally stopped just below his neck. Sora didn't have time to shake the cobwebs out of his head before he felt himself being turned upside down and attached to something. His vision cleared, and he realized that he was staring at the littered floor of the alley...and he couldn't move.

"What? What's going on? Who's there?" Sora pulled, pushed, and swang around, but the substance was way too strong. It held him firmly and stubbornly like a cocoon, refusing to let him budge an inch. It didn't feel rough and scratchy like rope, just rubbery and sticky, and it had an awkward scent. If Sora could just open his palm a tiny bit, he could summon his Keyblade and-

"Well, well, well, a trainee? If you wanna be taught on the art of robbery, might I suggest other teachers besides Marko and O'Hirn?"

Sora ceased his struggling in confusion when he heard the cocky voice. Without a doubt, that was the person who did this to him. If he could just move his hand-

A man immediately appeared in front of him. At least, Sora assumed he was a man-he had a pretty muscular build, but it was hard to tell since he was wearing a suit. Red mostly ran through it, and black patterns of crossed stripes that intersected and spread out like spider webs stretched through. On his chest was a black spider emblem, and painted on the upper part of his legs and underneath his arms was the color blue. His face was hidden by a mask with white and slightly angry looking triangles outlined by black, but it had no mouth. He was hanging upside down before Sora, holding onto the stuff that Sora was wrapped in like a string. The man leered at Sora, almost in a taunting manner, until he finally said,

"What? Too stunned by my awesomeness to say a word?"

Sora glared at him. "Let me go! What did you even do this for?" He tried whirling around in his cocoon again.

Oddly enough, the eyes of his mask quirked upward questioningly, moving like they were actual eyes...weird.

"I've never met a bad guy who denies what he so obviously did. You're definitely new."

Sora's eyes widened, then narrowed with anger. "I'm not a thief, I was trying to STOP them! Just because I was following them doesn't automatically make me a part of them! Do I even LOOK like I belong with them?"

The man regarded him wearily before he shrugged and stated, "Good point. I'll probably be able to catch you again anyway. You don't exactly seem like the brightest type."

Before Sora could sting him with a retort, the man chopped his hand through the string suspending Sora, and the Keyblade Master fell to the ground stomach first, huffing painfully. The man then effortlessly tore the stuff off of Sora so that he could get up again, though Sora felt a lingering numbing on his bare arms and legs from where it touched him. He sent the man another glance, this one curious.

"Who are you anyway?"

The mask's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Why, I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-man of course!" Then he swiftly turned around, jumped impossible high into the air, fired more of the mysterious substance out of his wrist, and used them to swing across from building to building. Sora even thought he heard him whoop.

The Keyblader's astonished face morphed back into anger. How could the Spider-guy think he was with those criminals? Sure he wore strange clothes, was well built for a fifteen year old, and carried a strange weapon but...oh, wait, maybe he did have a reason to think that...but still, that was unfair. He didn't even see him do anything bad, yet his attitude suggested that he thought he knew it all. What a jerk.

But...would a jerk stop a robbery and capture two thieves and leave them for the police?

Sora crossed his arms and frowned with concentration. He'd stay a while, he decided. Maybe he'd run into Spider-man again, and be able to properly know him and find out more about him...hell, maybe even who he was behind the mask! But maybe that was jumping ahead. Oh, who cared, suddenly Sora was bursting with excitement at the idea of getting to know this enigma. Maybe it was because Spider-man reminded him of a super hero, or he'd suddenly developed a thing for mysteries. Either way, he had a lot to figure out, and plenty of time to do it.

AN: Well, what can I say? Inspiration just came to me while I was on the bus and I just HAD to type it down. I'm not sure how often I'll be updating this since school is so stressful, but I guarantee that I WILL finish it.

This is based mostly off of Spectacular Spider-man in terms of Peter's personality and design-same goes for some other characters that shall be coming soon. I hope you enjoy(sorry that the chapter's short by the way, I promise the others will be longer).