Hi guys this is my first fan fiction story on this site not perfect, but this is just the first chapter if you like it I'll write more!

Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman, or Marvel Comics.

It was a peaceful night in the city of new York whe-

The sounds of police sirens were suddenly heard throughout the city breaking the silence.

Ah, what do I know anyway?

"Man, those cops are really on our asses!" A big burly man wearing a green ski mask, black gloves, khaki pants and a dirty brown jacket over a dark green shirt said to his partner who was wearing the exact same attire.

"Ah, don't worry Mart, we'll shake these flatfoots no problem." The "brains" of the operation exclaimed, cutting a corner with the grace of a professional race car driver. "They won't stop us from getting this loot! We waited six months to pull off this job and I'll be damned if I'm not counting 60 million sheep in my sleep tonight!" The crook cuts another corner causing two cops to crash into each other as he drove down an alley just wide enough for them to get their Cadillac through.

"Ha Ha, what I tell you Marty? Those flatfoots will never catch me! I'm the best driver in the business!

"You're right Franky." Marty agreed with the now named "Franky" so elegantly spelled with a y.

"THEY might not be able to catch you, but I can!" A young male teenage voice said from the rooftop.

A hole was quickly torn in the roof as a young spandex clad boy wearing a full body, black suit with a red spider covering the whole suit a black and red utility belt. The masked portion of the suit was also completely black along with white lenses outlined with a deep crimson with a black web pattern.

"SPIDER-"

"MAN!" The now named figure finished. Punching Franky in the face, sending his head smashing through the window and the car spiraling out of control flipping in the air only to land in a giant web that was surprisingly placed 2 feet off the ground from where they were originally headed.

The car door came flying off it's hinges with a mighty kick as Franky and Marty comically came flying out, landing in a pile of garbage.

"Whoo! You are not a good driver Fray Fray." Spiderman declared flipping out of the car landing perfectly on his feet.

Franky growled with murder in his eyes. "It's Franky you bug!" He yelled pulling out a black .44 magnum aiming it directly at Spiderman finger just itching to pull the trigger.

The lenses on Spiderman's mask widened as he quickly threw his hands up in the air, visibly gulping Spiderman, with a tremble in his voice desperately tried to reason with his assailant. "N-N-Now now Franky d-don't do anything you'll regret." He said arms shaking, breathing ragged heart pumping mile a minute.

Franky's grip tightened around the handle cocking it with a slightly sadistic grin on his face. "Too late! Say your last words bug!"

"O-Okay." Spiderman relented dropping his head down in defeat. Out of nowhere he suddenly dropped to his knees. "OH FRANKY PLEASE DON'T DO IT I'M BEGGING YOU MAN PLEASE! THERE'S SO MUCH I WANNA DO SO MUCH I WANNA SEE SO MUCH I WANNA KNOW I'M JUST A KID PLEEEEESE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT A VAGINA IS IS THAT SOMETHING YOU EAT? OH PLEASE FRANKY NO DON'T SEND ME TO BE WITH JESUS I'M TOO YOUNG!" By this time Spiderman had gotten to Franky's position albeit on the floor sniffling and grasping tightly onto his leg.

Patience running thin Franky decided to cut this pathetic display short and put the kid out of his misery there was no need to be any more cruel than he had to.

Wham!

Although Franky never got the chance to as he dropped the gun when he felt an overwhelming pain in his balls.

It all happened in slow motion Spiderman's fist struck Franky's balls faster than a speeding bullet, connecting with such force that it caused Franky a 35 year old gangster to cry like a little girl.

Those balls would never be the same.

R.I.P Franky's balls 2020-2055.

"Ohhhhhhhhwhhhh..." Franky moaned laying face first on the ground hands over his crotch crying tears of pain unable to utter a single word.

Marty's hands covered his own nuts for a second a wince on his face. Marty loved Franky like a brother, but he thanked God he was not in his position right now. Turning his attention back on Spiderman who had gotten up by now and was standing over Franky with his arms crossed.

"I'm sorry Franky, but you made me do it. It isn't easy for me hurting someone's balls I do have a pair myself you know." It was at that time that an all too familiar tingling sensation went off in the back of the masked web slinger's head.

Quickly catching a punch from Marty Spiderman turned and threw him into the wall of a nearby building leaving a messy Marty sized crater in it.

"Let me talk to you!" Spiderman said Lenses narrowing on his mask pinning Marty to the wall with little effort. "Stealing 60 million big ones from the bank at night Marty ooh you know better than that you KNOW I always patrol on Saturday now why would you do a dumbass thing like that huh?" Spiderman pointed a gloved finger in the man's face as the lenses on his mask narrowed even more.

"Five dollars could've fed two starving children in Africa with a Mcgriddle back in the 2020's don't you know that?" Spiderman shook his head as police sirens were heard.

"They finally decide to show up?" Spiderman asked in slight annoyance shooting a web that ensnared and stuck Marty to the wall before glancing at Franky.

"Ah he doesn't need it." Spiderman said waving his hand at the gangster who was still in the fetal position.

"Freeze!" A cop said pointing a silver standard issue laser pistol at the web-slinger as he simply gave a peace sign and disappeared.

(A few blocks away)

"Camouflage and enhanced speed do have their perks." The masked vigilante said with slight mirth in his voice sitting on the roof of an apartment building.

The young hero took off his mask and let out a breath, revealing silky black curls and trimmed sideburns framing his strong jawline along with kind light brown eyes showing playfulness, mischief, and intelligence beyond his years.

"Let me get my black ass home before I'm late for school in the morning." The mocha skinned boy said to himself with a smile standing up and shooting a web exclaiming in pure happiness as he swung through the futuristic streets of New Manhattan on his way home for the night.

Whew! First Chapter is finally done! Like I said before if you think the story has potential then leave me a good review! But no flames please!