Author's Note - Hi fellow nerds! I'm back, sorry I've been gone so long, but you know how summer vacation is. WARNING: this story contains heavy spoilers for Spider-man: Homecoming. If you have not seen the movie, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Turn back now, you have been warned.
Authors Note Cont. - Ok, now that I got that our of the way, let me just say I LOVED THE NEW SPIDERMAN MOVIE SO MUCH I COULD DIE! I know I mostly write just DC stuff, but on my list of favorite superheros, Spiderman is 3rd and the first Marvel character. Flash and Kid Flash are 1st and Batman and Robin/Nightwing are 2nd. So I wrote this piece literally right after I went and saw it because inspiration hit me like a wet sock across the face. Anyway, enjoy. And if you like this, check out my other stuff.
P.S. - I will be doing a second and possibly third chapter to this.
"WHAT THE FU-" (-Aunt May)
*record scratching noises*
He-he-he. Hi there, it's me, Peter Parker. AKA your friendly neighborhood Spider-man. Sorry about that intro, my Aunt May is very surprised/angry. Why, you ask? Well, lets recap. First of all and as I already said, I'm the web-shootin', super-strong, spider-sensin', super hero named Spider-man. If you don't already know my origin story then you probably shouldn't be reading this, but if you're new let's just say that my coming to be involved radioactive arachnids and the murder of my Uncle Ben (I don't really want to talk about it). Ever since then I've been swinging around New York City helping out the little guy by stopping robberies, break ins, muggings, and bike/car theft, you know, just the small stuff. That is, until the small stuff got BIG. Big as in local baddies getting their hands on alien weaponry left over from the Chitauri Invasion. These devices were so powerful they tore ferries in half, destroyed national landmarks, and blew up my favorite sandwich shop. I'm still really pissed about that, by the way. I started tracking down the guy who was the source of the weapons and that's when things got a bit hairy. He used a mechanical flying suit that made him look like a giant vulture, and let me tell ya', that thing was almost as scary as asking my crush to the homecoming dance. Then he turned out to be her dad. Soooooo, yeah. That was super awkward. (Story of my life) Not to mention I did this all behind the back of my sorta-kinda-mentor, Tony Stark, so after the ferry blew up (it's a long story) he took away my swag Spidey-Suit thinking that would deter me from acting as Spider-man and continuing to chase the Vulture. Wrong (*says Donald Trump style*). I just suited up in my homemade suit that shouldn't even technically be called a suit because it's really just a hoodie and a face mask. Anyway, despite my crappy costume I defeated Vulture and kept him from making off with tons of dangerous weapons that belonged to the Avengers. Go me! Mr. Stark was super impressed and he asked me to join the Avengers (I literally stopped breathing for about thirty seconds when this happened). I declined though, I'm just not ready for that yet. After that he sent me back home, and that is where our story begins . . .
(Peter's POV)
"Aunt May, I'm home!" I shouted as I walked into our apartment. No response. "Aunt May?" I called a bit louder. Still no response. Eh, she must be out for a bit, I shrugged to myself. It was probably a good thing though. I have no idea how I would have explained being dropped off in a fancy black Audi by a chauffeur in a suit, and I'm pretty sure "Oh, I just got back from visiting the Avengers compound upstate, it's really no biggie!" isn't a valid excuse.
Walking into my room I slung my backpack onto the chair at my desk, only noticing the bulging brown paper bag sitting on my bed when I turned around. "No. Freaking. Way." I muttered as I pulled out my earbuds and picked up the bag to read the note written in black sharpie on it. It said -
I thought you might need this - T.S.
I sucked in my breath, could it be? Reaching in the bag I felt my fingers brush the stretchy, familiar fabric, and I almost squealed with joy. (Except I didn't, because I'm Spider-man, and Spider-man doesn't "squeal" *awkward coughing*.) My suit, oh my glorious Spidey-Suit! I stripped my civilian clothes off so fast I almost fell over and hit my head on my desk trying to get my pants off. I pulled the spandex costume out of the sack and stepped into it, relishing the way it hugged my body when I pressed the emblem on my chest. Looking down at my now red and blue body I sighed with happiness. Now this is what I'm ta-
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
I froze.
My heart stopped, my eyes got as big as Captain America's shield, and my mouth was as dry as Texas dirt in the middle of July.
My only thought was . . . crap.
Slowly I turned around and there was Aunt May in the doorway of my room. Crap.
"Uuuuhhhhhh . . . it's a costume," I squeaked.
She just stood there. I could see her fists clenched so tight her knuckles were white, and her eyes flickered angrily. Crap. My Aunt May is a smart lady, she knew. Crap. She knew that this fine piece of equipment was no costume; just by seeing me in the suit she had probably figured everything out. Crap. I just stood there uncomfortably as he stared at me in angry silence. Suddenly my suit didn't seem as great as it did about 20 seconds ago. She said nothing as he marched past me and snatched the note/bag of my bed and started reading it.
"T.S.? Tony Stark? The 'internship'?" she asked accusingly, her voice a deadly whisper. I just nodded my head.
"Where is he now?" she demanded softly.
"The Avengers compound. About a 30 minute drive upstate." I replied in a trembling voice. I take back what I said about Vulture being scary, because this had me about to pee my pants. I wish she would scream, yell, throw something, anything was better than this suffocating silence.
"You. Me. Compound. NOW." she bit out, so infuriated she couldn't even make a whole sentence. I yelped out a terrified "Yes, Aunt May!", grabbed my mask, pulled it on, sprinted to the parking garage, and scrambled into the car. Thankfully nobody was around to see my mad dash through the apartment, but if there had been, I honestly wouldn't have cared. You don't keep Aunt May waiting when she's mad. I just sat on the floor in the back of the car (so nobody would get suspicious seeing Aunt May driving Spider-man around) and only spoke when I was telling her which way to turn to get to the complex. This was not going to be good. This was going to be really, really, really not good . . .
(Outside POV)
BOOM.
All heads turned as a frazzled security guard ran into the conference room, pushing the doors open so hard and fast they slammed back into the walls. He was huffing and puffing, but he managed to wheeze out, "She's coming - *wheeze* - Tried to stop her - *wheeze* - Brought the kid - *wheeze* - She is NOT happy!" before a voice bellowed from down the hall outside of the conference room.
"STAAAAAARRRKKK!" it yelled.
Authors Note - Oooooooooooo! Somebody's in trouble! I will be updating soon, please review! REVIEW PLEASE! It is much easier to keep writing when you know the people are watching.
