My name is Drake Addams. Maybe at one point in my life, that would be all I am. Just some nerd with barely any friends, nothing interesting to tell. But those days are over. I'm something else now. My story is a bit… complicated. You sure you want to hear it? Well, if you're still here, I'm sure you do, so I won't disappoint. Maybe then, you'll understand. But before we get to me, we need to start somewhere else.
January 23, 2017. Universe 130321; Earth 199999.
Meet Peter Parker. Going to be a high school sophomore in the next school year, scientist, something of a genius. He's also The Spectacular Spider-Man, superhero. And he is bored out of his mind. He's currently riding the train to Midtown School of Science and Technology. Ready for yet another mind numbingly long and boring day of school, Pete occupies himself by wondering what crime queens will hold for him after school when he goes out swinging. When he finally gets to school, ready to go to his locker to get his books, he's surprised to find the principal waiting for him when he gets there.
"Peter!" Principal Morita says upon seeing him. "I'd like to talk to you for a bit. Would you mind coming to my office with me?" Peter shrugs, his eyebrows raised. What's going on? He wonders. He follows the principal to the main office, expecting something bad to happen, not knowing for sure what was going to happen. Am I in trouble? When Morita opened the door, Peter was even more surprised to see someone else in there already, sitting down in one of the chairs, with dark brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a navy blue jacket and jeans with a black tee shirt, and a backpack slung over his shoulder.
Before I continue, yes, that's me sitting in the chair.
The person looked no older than Peter, and upon hearing the door open, the kid looked over at Peter. Principal Morita smiled still, and said "Peter, this is Drake Addams. He's an orphan, and is new to school. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like you to show him around, seeing as he has the same classes as you." Peter gave a sigh of relief, and smiled. "Sure, I can show him around." Peter extended his hand, and said "I'm Peter. Peter Parker." And Drake, upon sensing how friendly Peter was, stood up and took it. "Nice to meet you, Peter," Drake said, smiling back at Peter. And with that, the two exited the office.
Peter quickly discovered, along with everyone else in the school, that Drake was incredibly smart. Not only did he get 100% on the post test in science, but he did so without studying at all or having any apparent previous knowledge of what was going to be on the test. Quickly accepted onto the school's Academic Decathlon Team, he excelled among the ranks. He was just as smart as Peter, if not smarter. He also possessed a very witty, snarky, and sarcastic sense of humor, which many people noticed. Upon meeting Peter and joining the decathlon team, he also met Ned Leeds, as well as Michelle Jones, Liz Toomes, and a very annoying Flash Thompson. Drake quickly noticed that Peter was extremely bored, however, and was confused, for Peter seemed like one of the smartest people in the school, and normally those people would be very interested in school. Or at least, that's what drake assumed. "You seem bored." Drake told Peter when they were at lunch. Peter looked up at him, and nodded. "School's just boring." Peter replied. "I've got better things to do." Drake shrugged, and looked around. Seeing that nobody was paying any attention to them, drake leaned in close to Peter.
"You know that Spider-Man guy? From YouTube?" He asked Peter, who looked up at him slightly. "Yeah. I know about him." Peter replied. "I've been researching more about him, and I've been working on this for a little while, but I think I've replicated his webs." Peter instantly started paying more attention. "You're serious?" Peter asked. Drake nodded. "Now, it's only a prototype, but if my calculations are correct, it should work just fine." Drake pulled up his jacket sleeve, and showed Peter a strange looking watch on his wrist. Peter looked closer at the watch, and upon further examination, he found that it connected to a button in the palm of Drake's hand, and the center of the watch appeared to be detachable. "I call it the 'Web Watch.' It's covert, portable, and it gets the job done. Still need to carry tons of extra cartridges with you if you use it, though. Can't hold a ton of fluid. If you want, I could show you after school?" Peter looked back at drake. "I mean," drake said quickly, "it's okay if you don't want to. It was just a suggestion, I understand if you're-" "Yeah! I'd love to!" Peter interrupted. Drake smiled. "Great." And with that, Peter had another thing to look forward to after school.
At last, the school day finally ended, and Peter, excited to start his patrol, quickly left the building. Unbeknownst to him, Drake was following him, wondering where his new friend was going. Peter quickly retreated into an alleyway, with drake still following him. Peter took off his casual clothes, and put on his Suit, comprised of a red hoodie, blue sweats, and a pair of large circular goggles. Drake stepped out from behind the trash can he was hiding behind, revealing himself to Peter.
"So this is why you were bored in school." He said aloud. Peter turned around and looked at him, his eyes widening. He took off his mask, staring at Drake. "You're Spider-Man." Drake stated. Peter shook his head quickly, stuttering, but Drake just smiled. "It doesn't matter to me." He told Peter. "I just have one question. Does anybody else know?" Peter stopped stuttering, and shook his head. "Nobody." Peter told him. "Aside from you, of course." Drake sighed. "I'm in no place to judge, you probably have your reasons not to tell people. But you can trust me, Peter. Give this thing a test drive for me, will ya?" He threw Peter one of his Web Watches, and then Drake started to walk away. He stopped just before the exit to the alley, and said to Peter "You might want to put your mask back on." Drake then left the alley, leaving Peter awestruck.
Drake kept walking until he reached the orphanage. But he didn't walk in the door. He didn't have the chance to make it that far. As he was forced into the alleyway next to the orphanage, he only had one thought. I'm being kidnapped! As the person dragged him further down the alley, they continued to cover up his mouth so as not to make too much noise. Once they were out of sight, the person hit drake over the head with a lead pipe repeatedly, until he finally blacked out from the pain.
A/N - Hey guys! As you can tell, I'm now going to be posting a SECOND story, on top of HIAMB. This story, if you couldn't already tell, has connections to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, not the normal marvel comics. While I will be basing most of it off of that, I will be taking certain... free liberties. Regardless of how much fun I have writing this story, this brings up another thing that greatly disappoints me: I have zero ownership over any of the things that I write about here. I don't make any money off of this, it's all just for fun, and as fun as it is, it's tiring to do these things without gaining anything from it. I don't own the MCU, I don't own UNDERTALE, I don't own Star Wars, or Harry Potter, or X-Men, or The Flash (wow, that was really on the nose foreshadowing, wasn't it?). Get the hint yet? I own nothing. ... Except Drake Addams. I made him specifically for these stories, so I guess that makes me his creator, and that means I own him. Any relation to real people is completely coincidental. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy reading this story as well as Corsiva's. Have a good day!
-SF