Queens. A big city located in New York, right next to Brooklyn. It is the most beautiful place that exists on planet earth. Probably. Maybe. Maybe not. But don't be picky with details, because Queens is where this story will take place. Right here, in one of their beautiful, tiny, kind of smelly alleys.

"Drop your wallet and phone. NOW!" A young man shouted at the innocent old man, who was trembling furiously while reaching for his pockets, trying to find his belongings. He didn't want to invoke the anger in the young lad in front of him, but it was hard to grasp his wallet with his weak, trembling hands.

"Hurry the FUCK UP!" The robber shouted, a hood pulled over his head shadowing his face, cocking the gun and shoving it up the old man's face, making him squeal in fright.

"You do realize it's like nine o'clock in the middle of the day, right? You pretty much chose the worst timing to rob anyone." The two men in the alley threw their heads up towards the voice and saw every thief's worst fear: A red and blue man that seemed to stick to the wall above them. "What are you in such a hurry for anyways? Late for work?"

The robber hurriedly pointed his gun towards the newcomer and fired off three bullets while shouting "Fuck you, spandex man!"

'Spandex-Man' gracefully flipped over him, avoiding all the bullets in the process. "Dude, it's not spandex. Why does everyone think it's spandex?" The robber just turned around with the goal to put down the pest, but the stranger was quicker.

"Ah ah ah, didn't you see the signs? This is a no-guns zone." He said, while firing a web-like substance from his wrists, and tearing the gun out of the man's grip with a tug. The man cursed and dashed towards the exit of the alley, tearing down a garbage bin to prevent anyone from following him.

"Hey, wait for me!" The annoying pest shouted and flung himself over the man with the help of a super-powered jump. He landed in front of the young man, who without the hood looked like he was in his early twenties. The robber tried to stop his sprint, but tripped on his own feet and kissed the ground hard. The man in spandex was a bit confused, but rolled along with it anyways.

"If you're just gonna knock yourself out, could you notify me beforehand? It could have saved me a lot of time." He said and sighed tiredly. He webbed the robber and hung him from a fire escape nearby. "Hang out here until the boys in blue come and pick you up, will ya?" He told the unconscious guy, before turning to the old victim.

"Uh… are you okay?" He asked, a little bit awkwardly. He wasn't very good at talking with others, usually he just swung away before there was any time for conversation, but this old fella seemed a bit shaken up, and was still shaking.

"Yes, I'm fine young man. Thank you very much. Are you that spider guy I've heard about on the radio?" He asked wondrously, and seemed to calm down a bit.

"Yeah," The man answered. "I'm Spider-Man"


"… Which gave him just enough time to…" An old history teacher was pandering on about Franklin D. Roosevelt before the door opening rudely cut him off. He was not, however, surprised by the boy standing in the door frame.

"Peter Parker. I see you've finally decided to turn up. I sure hope you had a fabulous time this morning, when you should have been right. Here." He said, with a stern look and gritted teeth at the last part. A couple of students giggled behind him, but he didn't really care.

"I- I'm so sorry Mr. Hendrickson, I was just- you know, eh…" Peter Parker was fumbling with his words, trying to come up with a fitting excuse for being absent again. He couldn't really say that he was busy beating up crooks on his way to school, for quite a few reasons. He could hear the giggles get louder in the classroom, while some people almost out right laughed at him. He started to blush out of embarrassment.

"I was just helping out, eh, helping some old man over the streets." He said and put on the biggest smile he could for his teacher. Mr. Hendrickson simply raised an eyebrow.

"And this task took you… 47 minutes?" He countered after glancing at the clock. The time read 9:17.

"Well, he had very weak knees. And it was quite a big road." Peter simply stated, with the same stupid smile. Mr. Hendrickson sighed dejectedly.

"Just go sit down for now, I'll have a word with your homeroom teacher about this later." He hissed at Peter, making him want to crawl into his hoodie. Peter made his way down the room, barely avoiding tripping over everyone's feet, as well as his own. As he made his way towards the back, where he usually was seated, he could hear his classmates whisper about him behind his back. He made out some words like 'loser', and 'nerd', and even 'slacker', which almost made him laugh, considering he had the highest GPA in the entire school, including the seniors. But in a way, they were kind of right. He was missing more and more school lately, but it was hardly because he was a slacker. It was probably because he went out each night fighting crime until morning came, giving him briefly two hours of sleep most days. Today he hadn't even overslept, but he had come across TWO assaults in different alleys on his way to school, and it takes him a while to switch into the spider suit if he doesn't have it ready underneath his clothes.

He started fuming just thinking of the morning. Who the hell attacks someone in the morning? He had a hard time finding crime at night, but when he's in a hurry the assholes decide that it's time to make his day worse.

As he sits down in his seat, it barely takes 5 seconds before he can hear someone whispering in his ear.

"Hey."

Peter tried to ignore it, which was foolish, since the assailant didn't know when to shut up or give up.

"Hey. Hey Peter. Why were you late? Overslept? Or maybe you met another supervillain? Did you? Did you?" Ned Leeds continued in his ear. Eventually Peter gave up and answered him, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"No, Ned. I just helped someone out. No big deal."

But of course, Ned wouldn't end it there. "So you were crime fighting? That is soo awesome. Hey, did you use that catchphrase I told you to use?"

Peter sighed once again, but at this point he had already given up. "No, because it was retarded. Would you use that if you were a super hero?" He shot back at him.

"Hell yeah, I would!" Ned exclaimed, maybe a little bit too loud, considering a few heads turned to throw them annoying looks. "'You're about to get WEBBED, criminal!'"

"No, that's terrible in every way and form." Peter argued.

"All right then. How about this: 'It's CLOBBERING TIME!'" Ned announced, a bit on the loud side again, which earned him an evil look from Hendrickson.

"That's just plagiarism." Peter groaned, before tuning out Ned's stupid catchphrases to think about other things. Which didn't mean Liz. Nope. He was definitely not thinking about Liz Allen's pretty face, or about what she said to him in school before she transferred out last month.

He sighed, unable to get her out of his head, and suddenly everyone stood up and walked out the classroom. Apparently, he had zoned out for thirty minutes without noticing it. He hurriedly gathered his stuff and jogged out of the classroom, not really looking where he was going. Unfortunately, being Peter Parker, that obviously meant that he had to run straight into someone on his way out.

"Whoa, watch it Pete. We don't want you to run into a wall one of these days, would we? Keep your head up." He joked.

"Oh, I'm very sorry Doctor Connors!" He quickly threw out before hurrying after Ned.

Not going to jump into any heavy plot yet, since it's still the first chapter, but keep in mind that Michelle is probably going to be featured heavily in this story. Since she barely had any role in Homecoming, I can do pretty much whatever I want with her, which makes it a whole lot easier. I will try to keep her personality as similar as possible to Homecoming, but I'm not sure how well that's going to go. Feel free to review, all and any types are welcome!