A/N: Hey everybody! I know I said I wasn't going to post another story until I'm finished with Crash Into Me but holy shit I couldn't not write this. I've been obsessed with the new Spider-Man game and it made me want to write a Spider-Girl Bechloe AU so here we are! There's going to be several scenes that are in PP1, I'm mostly going to be mapping out the story to that movie, but you may see characters in this from PP2. Let me know how you like it and if you think it's good enough to continue because I have a ton of different ideas for this so I'm really just posting the first chapter to see if it gets a positive enough response for me to continue it or if I should focus on the other stories I have ideas for writing. Hope you enjoy!
Also if you have any suggestions for villains you want me to incorporate into this let me know. I already have a few ideas but I'm down for some of your input!
The idea of college made you want to roll your eyeballs out of your skull, yet here you stand in the middle of the quad at Barden University wishing that the assault you put to an end last night had put you to an end instead. You didn't need some piece of paper to tell you that you're smart enough to allow you to make a profession out of a certain subject, you already knew what you were good at. However, college was the only reasonable option to come here. Your day job didn't exactly pay you, so if you were to get an apartment here you'd be evicted before you could fully settle in.
There was some activities fair going on in the quad, and the only reason why you were attending was to get away from your roommate. You've fought some pretty tough people in your days, yet they didn't strike the same fear in you that Kimmy Jin did. You thought at first that it was just a language barrier between you two, but you found out that she did in fact speak English, she was just naturally an unpleasant person.
You're pulled out of your thoughts when your eyes land on a girl across the quad, the same girl you had saved last night. You find yourself walking over to the stand without really thinking about it. You want to make sure she was okay after last night, even though you know she is. You honestly just want an excuse to talk to her. As you approach the stand, you think back to the previous night.
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You swing through the city, trying to familiarize yourself with the area. You arrived last night but it had been so late that you had just thrown your boxes and bags of stuff on the ground and passed out. During the day you organized all of your things because the look that Kimmy Jin gave you when you woke terrified you.
You've tried to stay up at higher elevations so people wouldn't see you quite yet, or stuck to the shadows if you needed to get a closer look at something. The city seemed nice and quiet, but you were sent here for a reason so there had to be something going on here.
Your phone rings while you're swinging through a cluster of buildings, so in order to hear better you shoot a web at the top of the tallest building you can see and pull yourself to the top. You always liked it up higher, away from all the noise of the city.
"What's up, Stace?" You say once you answer the call.
"Hey Web Slinger, I just wanted to let you know that I'm almost finished with a new suit for you, so expect it by the end of the week."
"How did you even manage to find some place to work on it so soon?" You ask in disbelief. You barely had time to unpack your stuff, yet here Stacie was already making moves to improve your work.
You were blessed to have someone like Stacie Conrad on your side. She has been your best friend since middle school, and she was the first and only person who you have told your secret to. She's also even smarter than you are, so she has taken up the unofficial position of designing your suits. You are perfectly capable of designing your own suits but it's hard to find time with your busy life, plus she typically spots things that you may have overlooked. You wish you got paid for your work because you would owe it all to her.
"Well unlike you I don't procrastinate," she teases, you can hear the laughter she's trying to hold back. "I got right down to business when we arrived last night. I'm interning with a professor and have open access to a lab."
"Well you don't have a roommate who may murder you in your sleep if you so much as breathe the wrong way," you counter back.
"Oh, you'll be fine," she drawls. "You have your spidey-senses if she tries anything."
You laugh out loud to that, always enjoying the banter between you two. You wish you could have just roomed together, but you needed to be as safe as possible with your secret, and you didn't want Stacie to get wrapped up in things if they took a turn for the worse.
You're snapped out of your thoughts when you sense something going on in the distance. From your point of view you can see an altercation in an alleyway a few blocks away.
"Uhh, Stace," you mumble, interrupting whatever she was going on about.
"Spidey-senses tingling?"
"Something like that," you say, already beginning to swing over there. "I'll call you later and let you know what's going on."
With that said you hang up, nearing your target. You stick to the shadows, clinging to the wall while listening in on what's going on. You see a redheaded woman who seems like she is trying to get past a group of men. You quickly calculate that there are six men, and as you glance around the vicinity you don't notice any others.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" The largest of the men says to the woman. He's twice as big as the rest of the men with him, and you can see the reflection of a gun tucked in his pants from the streetlights.
His group forms a circle around her, but you wait for the right moment to make your move. You want to be able to take down all of them without any potentially getting away.
"Oh, I was just leaving, gentlemen," you hear the redhead say, and you can't help but chuckle from the politeness in her tone even though it was very obvious these men were up go no good.
"Yeah, I don't think so," the large man replies. You watch as he reaches towards the gun and that's when you decide to take action.
You shoot a web at the top of one of the streetlights and then swing at full speed towards the group. You keep your legs straight out in front of you and both your feet make impact with the man, sending him flying towards a dumpster in the alleyway. You somersault in the air and land perfectly in the middle of the circle with your feet planted on the ground.
"Who the fuck are you?!" One of the other men shouts at you.
"Did the blue and red tights and the webs shooting out of my hands not give you any hint to who I am?" You retort back, and you can hear the redhead giggle behind you which takes you by surprise.
You turn your head in her direction and you're hit with her beauty like a freight train. Her hair falls in perfect waves down past her shoulders, her smile absolutely breathtaking, and her cerulean blue eyes have a dazzling sparkle to them. You wonder how someone in such a tense situation could be so calm– most people you've saved in similar situations are sobbing messes.
You realize you have gotten too distracted by this woman because one of the men used your moment of weakness to try to get a punch in, but thanks to your senses you're able to dodge it just in time. You shoot a web at the hand that just attempted to make contact with your face and you tug his arm downwards, bringing your knee up to his face to effectively knock him out. One of the other assailants comes at you with a crowbar, and you use your momentum to hit him into the air. You throw several punches at the man while you're in the air with him, and with one final blow you bash him to the ground.
The other three men try to approach you all at once, but you're able to wrap the one closest to you up in a web and fling him into the other two. Their heads knock together and you watch as they all fall down. You use your web blaster, courtesy of Stacie, and web the three of them to the ground to make sure they aren't able to get up.
"Hey, Spider-Bitch!" You hear a gruff voice shout at you from behind. You turn and see the large man you first knocked down holding onto the girl, his large hand covering her mouth and the gun he had is pressed to her temple. "You make one move and I'll shoot her."
"Spider-Bitch? Is that really the best you could do?" You mock.
You don't give him a chance to reply before shooting two webs, one at the gun in his hand and one at his face to block his vision. You jerk him forward making him lose hold of the redhead, and as he stumbles you do a backflip. Your foot collides with his chin, and you watch him drop to the ground as you stick the landing. You web him to the ground like his buddies for good measure, not wanting them to wake up and get away before the police arrive.
"Hey, are you okay?" You ask as you approach the redhead. She had fallen to the ground as you pulled the man away from her. You crouch down and place a hand on her shoulder, hoping it would bring her some form of comfort after what she had just been through.
"Yeah, I am thanks to you," she replies sincerely as she locks eyes with you. You're again taken aback by her striking blue eyes, and amazed by her composure over the situation.
"You're very calm for someone who almost just got mugged by a group of men triple your size."
"I saw you swinging around the city earlier," she explains. "I figured you'd come eventually, and if you didn't I would have just thought that you're very bad at your job."
"What were you doing out here all by yourself?" You ask as you offer your hand to help her stand. You're grateful that she takes it and doesn't seem afraid of you, which some people are after you take down a group of thugs.
"I'm an intern over at the Barden Bugle and my boss wanted me to see if the rumors that AllenCorp is dumping toxic waste into the city's water supply are true," she explains. She dusts herself off from her fall, and you notice a few scrapes on her arms.
You go and take a look at the men, noticing they all have "AC" on their jackets. You assume that stands for AllenCorp, and that whatever the redhead may have found was their reason for trying to stop her.
"So you're telling me that you put yourself in an extremely dangerous situation just for a news story?" You ask, flabbergasted by this woman's actions.
"Isn't it a little hypocritical of you to say that?" She banters. "I mean, you put yourself at risk all the time to help the greater good. That's what I was doing as well, just in a different sense."
"I guess you got me there," you chuckle. "But I have, like, powers and shit."
"Well I guess in this circumstance my voice is my power."
The smile hasn't left her face and it's making your stomach do more somersaults than you do while slinging through the city. She has good quips too, which is just giving her extra brownie points in your book because other than fighting crime you consider that your second specialty.
"What's your name?"
You don't usually want to know much about the people that you've saved, but you're new to the city and she seems as though she has some useful information she can give you to help understand why the crime rates here are so high. At least you tell yourself that's the reason why you want to know who she is. It definitely has nothing to do with the fact that she's gorgeous and funny.
"I'm Chloe Beale."
"Well, Ms. Beale, can you do me two favors?"
"Two?" She giggles. "I think I just owe you one for saving me."
"Ha ha," you scoff, but you're smiling even though you know she can't see it. "They're small favors."
"Okay, okay, what do you want?"
"First favor is, if you ever decide to do something that idiotic again, call me first and I will accompany you," you explain.
"And how do you expect me to do that?"
"Can I see your phone?" You request, your palm outstretched for her to give to you. When she obliges you quickly dial in your number and give it back to her. "That's my Spidey Line."
"You call it your Spidey Line?" She snickers, which you take mild offense to because you thought the name was pretty good, but the comment doesn't wipe the grin off your face.
"Yes, I do and I think it's a fantastic name," you reply. "Now, my second favor is for you to allow me to bring you home to make sure there aren't any more of these goons to follow you."
"Aren't you supposed to wine and dine me before trying to take me home?" She winks and you're grateful for your mask because you feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.
"Sorry, Beale," you say, recovering quickly from your shock. "I wouldn't want you to get jealous if I took you out because people can't take their eyes off me in this suit."
"Hm, that's a shame," she sighs dramatically, but there's still a hint of mirth to her smile. "I guess I'll just have to settle for you taking me home."
"Hold on tight," you say as you pick her up with ease. You wrap one arm around her waist and she wraps her arms around your neck.
You leap into the air and can't help but feel exhilarated after your night. You have a slight lead thanks to Chloe about AllenCorp, and you made a new friend in the process. You originally had a bad feeling about coming to Barden, but now you were coming to think this place wouldn't be so bad after all.
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You don't realize you've made it to the stand until you can see Chloe's mouth moving and she appears to be addressing you. She's in a plaid blue dress that matches the color of her eyes, and it's really hard to focus on what she's saying when her eyes are shimmering the same way they had last night. You think to yourself that maybe there's just a permanent sparkle in them.
"Hi, any interest in joining our a cappella group?" She asks you, and you have to bite your tongue to stop the laughter about to bubble out of your mouth. You couldn't quite picture her in an a cappella group, but you guess her voice has more power than just with her reporting.
"Oh right, this is like, a thing now," you respond, and you curse yourself for the sarcasm but you really can't help it. She doesn't seem to pick up on it though.
"Oh totes!" she exclaims, and you smile from her enthusiasm. "We sing covers of songs but we do it without any instruments. It's all from our mouths." She points her pen at her mouth while she speaks to emphasize her point.
"Yikes," you mutter, but she doesn't hear the comment, or chose to ignore it.
"There's four groups on campus. The Bellas. That's us, we're the tits," she says, motioning between her and her friend that you just realize has been standing there the whole time.
Her friend is slightly taller than her, and has blonde hair that's curled to her shoulders. She has hazel green eyes and she's wearing a magenta colored dress with lipstick to match. Her posture is perfect and she seems very serious.
"The BU Harmonics, they sing lots of Madonna. The High Notes, they're not particularly motivated. Then there's…" Chloe trails off as a group of boys begin to sing in the middle of the quad. You assume that's the Bellas main competition since many people are watching them perform, and the look Chloe and her friend share confirm your suspicion.
"So, are you interested?" Chloe asks, and her eyes are shining with hope. You're almost inclined to say yes because of that look, but you can't be wasting your time in a school group.
"Sorry, it's just, it's pretty lame," you find yourself saying and you hate yourself for not being a little nicer about it. But the words have already slipped from your mouth and there's no taking it back.
"Aca-scuse me?" The blonde girl finally speaks for the first time. "Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart topper is not lame."
"We sing all over the world and we compete in national championships," the redhead elaborates further, hoping that might change your mind.
"On purpose?" You grimace. God, you're such an asshole, but it's not like she knows that you're the same person that saved her last night. Most people liked Spider-Girl, but most people did not appreciate the sarcasm that came with your normal self.
"We played at the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre, you bitch," the blonde spits back at you. Your eyes widen at her choice of words, but you honestly can't blame her. You're sitting here making fun of something their passionate about.
"Oh, what Aubrey means to say is that we are a close-knit, talented group of ladies whose dream is to return to the national finals at Lincoln Center this year," Chloe interrupts who you now know as Aubrey. "Help us turn our dreams into a reality?"
You must say, Chloe is pretty persuasive. No wonder why she chose to be a reporter, she's good with her words for sure. However, you really don't have the time and the idea of singing in front of a group of people makes you want to drop dead.
"Sorry, I don't even sing," you lie. You decide to be a little nicer since you were a bitch, as Aubrey said, the entire conversation. "But it was really nice to meet you guys."
You walk away from the girl who has consumed your thoughts since the previous night and her friend. You feel bad because they obviously seemed to need some help, and you're sure that if you joined you could really improve the group. But you came here with a purpose– not to actually try to make college a little more bearable and make friends.