The Web of A Spider
Chapter 1- Part 1 Prologue: Embers
New York. The city that never sleeps. Meaning that their hero couldn't either. Despite the deep black night, the yellow lights from building blocks and electrical signposts lit up the streets, allowing his patriotic red-and-blue blur to be reflected as he swung past the windows. The mode of transport was now so natural to him, he needn't even think before shooting his webbing up towards the rooftops, knowing his heightened senses would guide him. And if not, he would run along the side of walls at increasingly fast speeds, catapulting off when appropriate. Bearing the spider emblem, he made the city his jungle, which he kept safe from harm.
"SPIDEY!" Particularly in the night, his bright spandex costume with his white, bug-eyed eyes were clearly visible to the pedestrians below.
Peter Parker always though that Spiderman should connect with the city, even if a friendly "HELLO NEW YORK!" was all that was needed before disappearing from view. These are the moments that it is worth being Spiderman for Peter thought to himself. The wind surging past, the people kept safe, just swinging by to New York City.
With that, he felt a pounding sensation in his head. Spidey senses. He turned his head to his right to see the burning embers of what used to be the top floors of a large hotel complex. He could clearly hear the fire engines' sirens, despite his height. Immediately, he turned his body, firing a well-aimed web at the top corner of a building, allowing him to agilely swing towards the incident. His immense strength and the use of his webbing took him to the scene in seconds. He carefully landed on the roof of a fire engine, crouched down to talk to the fire brigade. "Thing look like they're heating up here." Despite the death-defying situation, he still managed to smirk beneath his mask.
"Spiderman!" The fire officer was obviously tired, but relieved to see the hero. "We've got everyone out but one woman. We don't know where she is. Think you can go inside and find her?" He started using a water hose at a pile of flames with the aid of his teammates.
"Well, might as well- my schedule's all open anyway." With that, he jumped up, aimed a string of web at the top of the window and swiftly pulled himself up, before reaching one of the windows on the same level as that in flames. He slammed into it, causing shards of glass to collapse onto the floor. Spiderman, on the other hand, landed once again in a crouched position, ready to jump up again. And so he began his search. The crackling of the burning of the building was only interrupted by the often calling by Spiderman. "Hello?! Ma'am?!" Now and again he would fire his webbing at concentrated spots, reducing the flames. After three minutes, he heard a faint whisper in the distance.
"Hello?"
He proceeded to follow his ears to the lady, often dodging the collapsing floor above. When he found her, he was taken aback to find she was just a teenager- very much like him. She was also trapped under debris, but for Spiderman this was no hassle. "So that's where you were hiding." With that, he fired strings of webbing multiple times at the pile, before using his sheer strength to pull the debris off her. "I guess it should be my turn to Hide and your turn to Seek." Peter always knows that his witty remarks, despite their cheesiness, cheers people up in desperate situations like these, and so however dire the situation he attempted to make them. However, before he could whip up another one, his Spidey senses went off once again. He quickly turned his head to see the broken gas line. At most he thought I have around 3 seconds. He then turned back to the girl. "You ready?" But before waiting for an answer, he attached his webbing to a singular brick, and swing it at the nearby window, which then shattered. Almost immediately, he grabbed the girl and jumped out. The girl clutched onto Spiderman, screaming as they descended. She was facing upwards, allowing her to see the explosion that, if it weren't for Spiderman, would've engulfed her. Spiderman, on the other hand, saw only the distance between them and the curb. Just before they made contact with the concrete, he fired two strings of webbing at a rooftop, which he then used to catapult himself into the air. They landed just next to an ambulance, which took the girl away to the hospital. Before she could thank Spiderman, he took off, leaving only a red-and-blue blob in the distance to talk to.
Elsewhere, plans were being drawn.
At the top of the Oscorp skyscraper sat Harry Osbourne- right now, anyway. You never know when his Goblin side takes over. He wore a slim business suit, and sat on a desk chair staring out to the metropolis skyline. His desk worked electronically, and was covered full of digital copies of pictures. Most of them either were of Spiderman or Peter Parker, but a few were of someone else. A woman both Peter and his age. The same woman that Spiderman just saved. Opposite the desk was a tall figure, wearing a purplely-pink mechanical suit, with a long purple cape and a white semi-spherical shape for the head.
Without turning around, Harry addressed this figure. "What was it I wanted from you?"
The figure replied uneasily, almost afraid of him. "To bring in the girl."
He suddenly swivelled round, the anger of The Goblin surfacing. "And so you set the building on fire?! Not only could you've killed her, but worse- Spiderman's met her now."
"I was jus-"
"Forget explaining yourself, Mysterio. I'll set some of my...team onto both Spiderman and the girl. And if you fail me again," he slowly rose out of his seat, "I'll let The Goblin out to play." With that, the mysterious man released a burst of purple gas into the room, disappearing from Harry's sight almost immediately. He was now alone to ponder on what to do next to the man he hated the most. I think it's time to go back to school.