Disclaimer: I do not own any media types of Spider-Man especially Ultimate Spider-Man. They belong to MARVEL (and Disney).

"I know you're out there you wall crawling menace!" Ugh. Great way to start your morning. Just great.

"It is the duty of every New Yorker to report the actions of these masked miscreants, so listen up! As long as, I, J. Jonah Jameson is CEO of Daily Bugle Communications I won't rest until New York has seen the last of Spider-Man!" So noisy! I shot my web at his face. Well, not literally. He was on the news and his lame speech was being broadcast now to every screen in New York.

"And a good morning to you, J. Jonah Loudmouth." I used the web I just shot on the big screen of this certain building for my first swing to the right then started swinging from building to building. This is my everyday life as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Other kids I know, start their day with orange juice. Me? I get yelled at by a hundred foot tall cranky pants.

I passed another mega screen, the loudmouth is still on the news. "What gives him the right? That wall crawling menace, Spider-Man!"

Blah. Blah. Blah. Nonsense. Where's a little love for the Spidey-guy? I'm out here alone every day, trying the best I can at this hero routine. It's not easy learning the ropes by yourself. Let's face it 'Introduction to Super Hero-ing' isn't exactly a high school elective. Speaking of school, I still have to recheck my power point presentation for tomorrow for my first period. This might be my third time checking it. Well, I want it to be perfect. Like, really perfect. Then it's some hang time with my best pals MJ, Gwen and Harry at lunchtime, and maybe a nap between classes.

I'd like to tell you how I became this amazing hero called Spider-Man but first I'd better save that cop in the skidding car. He was driving recklessly but that's only because there's a huge icky paste on his front car window. When the vehicle flipped over to hit the cake shop, I shot my web between it and the shop so that the people in the cake shop will be safe and the cop will be saved.

The cop came out through the left side window, looking for me until he saw me attached to the building above him. "I'm starting to think Jameson's wrong about you, Spidey."

"Spread the word, Chief." I smiled, not that he'll noticed though. I shot another web and swung myself down. I placed my hand on my hips as soon as my feet touched the ground. Now, time for some origin story time.

"Heya, bug-brain." Oh, great.

"I knew that would draw you out." I turned and saw the Trapster, smirking from ear to ear. I've been Spider-Man since I was fifteen years old, and I've already fought this glue stick three times. Excluding the times Human Torch helped me. It was already tiring when I fight him alone but when Johnny helps, it gets even worse. Do they even give F minus minus? Let's see if I've learned anything from my mistakes. Fourth time's gotta be a charm.

He pointed his Glue Gun or whatever at me but before he could even hit me with that icky thing. I quickly shot my web at the pistol hole, putting pressure at his paste that can't come out. His bag of glue, where all the paste came from, can't handle it so it exploded. Whoa. He's now fully covered with his own paste. Except his eyes and nose.

I walked towards him, proudly. I only took 5 seconds to stop him. Now that's a record. I did I good job. My hard work training at S.H.I.E.L.D. paid off. Fury can now remove my photo from the wall of shame but that's just in my head, not that I really know if he has a wall of shame. Or does he…? "This is when I leave the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man note. Can I borrow a pen?"

Even if his mouth was covered, I know the Trapster frowned at me. He's defeated. Aw yeah. No casualties. Alright, now it's really origin story time.

My name is Mary Penelope Stark a.k.a. Penny. Yes, your Spider-'Man' is a 'she'. Basically, crossdressing for three years straight. Tiring yeah, but at least now I feel more close to my parents than ever when I'm Spider-Man. I'm the daughter of the billionaire businessman Anthony Stark and Stephanie Rogers. Yup, my parents are Ironman and Captain America. The whole world knows who they are. Their identity, and that excludes me. Nobody knows who I am, no one will believe me if I told them anyway.

For years, I was known as Penny Parker. If somebody told you I'm just your average ordinary girl with not a care in the world? Somebody lied. But let me assure you, my story's worth telling.

Sad fact is even though I'm living my Paris Hilton life, I still get bullied. After all, I used the last name 'Parker' to hide my true identity. The only people who knew about this were disappointed in me for not inheriting my mom's superhuman abilities. I got my dad's love for science though, but it didn't make me heroic at all. My parents only thought what's best for me and that is to stay the hell away from the super stuff. To stay normal. They say it's their way to protect me. I was cool with that but sometimes I want to go out and fight alongside with them. Follow their steps.

However, everything changed when Harry's Dad, Norman Osborne, allowed our class to have a field trip inside Oscorp. You can put my family's business, Stark Industries rivalry with Oscorp in another day. Harry's dad likes me. Wait, oh my god. That sounds so weird. Not like like... like. I meant I'm one of the few kids he approves friendships to his son. I always remind and help Harry with his homework after all.

Anyway, back to the topic. Ahem. While I was there, I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And bam! Then came the powers. Of course I made the web shooters myself, now my science whiz is at it's worth. The reason why I chose to be Spider-'Man' instead of 'woman' was because I know my parents would definitely not allow me to be a super hero if they found out. I'm just thankful S.H.I.E.L.D. and Fury didn't spill the beans to my parents at all. Though Fury keeps an eye on me, it's part of what I signed up for S.H.I.E.L.D.

That's all for now. Better get back to the helicarrier for training. Well, uh. To be continued.

A/N: You've reached the end of the story. Yaaaaaaay. I'll update every month so stay tune. Critics are welcome. If there is something wrong with a chapter or wrong spelling / grammar or any other stuff, feel free and please do inform me. HOWEVER, it would be nice if you could please tell me where exactly it is so that I can correct it quickly and accurately.