Chapter 1: First Day on the Job

I swung from building to building for five minutes, hoping to catch up to the runaway van. As I swung, it was all a blur: my dad crushing my legs, Cinder finding me, all the way up to when that spider bit me and gave me powers the next day. I've wondered how my life would've been right now if things were different, like if my dad wasn't such an asshole in life. And here I am wondering how my life is going to be like now that I have powers. But for now, I've got a van to stop.

I finally reached the van, and I landed right on the roof. I started towards the front, when my Spider Sense (that's what I'm calling my sixth sense now) started tingling. I pulled my upper body back as a bullet sprouted from the roof towards me. I maneuvered to the front, and then I got a good look at: wait, Junior?! Doesn't he have a bar to run, and some twins to knock up whenever he's bored? What was he doing driving like a madman in the middle of Vale?

I crawled over to Junior and yelled out "What the hell are you doing?!" Just for the record, we were going at around 70 to 75 miles per hour, which was not the best circumstance for a pleasant conversation.

"None of your goddamn business, punk!" he cried. Just from that answer, I can tell he's not in the mood to talk. So, I ripped open the hood and stuffed the engine block full of webs.

The van was still rolling and there wasn't time to slow it down. We were barreling into the docks and into some crates. I jumped off the van and onto one of the crates, as I watched splinters fly as the van hit a stack of crates full force. Junior and his crew came crawling out, each one armed to the teeth.

Junior was especially pissed, when he cried, "My fucking van! I just had this painted, goddammit!" He turned to me and roared, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Bub, I'm the Spider-Man," I told him. Two of his goons charged at me, swords drawn, ready to carve me a new asshole. I lean back as they swung at my head, and then bridge kicked both right in the kisser. My Spider Sense started tingling again, as I bounced around trying to dodge a hailstorm of bullets.

I leapt towards the van after a while and I did a double lariat on two more morose motherfuckers and sent them flying into another crate. There was one more bastard with a shotgun, so I webbed the barrel, yet the dumbass still pulled the trigger. Let's just say a shotgun has more kick to it when you stuff the barrel.

Now, all that's left is Junior. He eyed me like he wanted to murder me ten times over, as he whipped out an admittedly kick ass rocket launcher. He aimed it at me, and the let loose a swarm of rockets, all fitted with fire Dust. I darted around the docks and dodged all of them, before I started running at him, readying an uppercut kick with his name on it. Then, he converted his bazooka into an oversized baseball bat, and screamed, "DIE, YOU FREAK!", as he swung down at me. At the last minute, I spread my legs out to avoid the hit, and jumped back from him to the van.

When I got to the van, I heard some screaming from the inside. I opened the back door, and I saw Yang, the blondie from Ruby's team. She was all kinds of fucked up: her jacket and skirt were in shreds, her hair was a hot mess (no pun intended), and she was covered in some white, sticky shit. I took me a minute to realize what happened to her, and who did this to her. I untied her hands and feet, careful not

to hurt her any more than she already is. My blood boiled, and my fists shook uncontrollably with rage.

I jumped onto the van, aiming a murderous look at Junior, and screamed, "YOU. SICK. BASTARDS!" with enough fury to leave a creature of Grimm shaking in their claws. "You bastards took an innocent girl and raped her!"

"Yeah, so?" Junior asked with utter audacity. "She was trashing my bar again, so I decided to teach her a lesson. And what a lesson it was. She was even tighter than the Malachites." That sent me over the edge, as I charged at Junior full force, his weapon be damned. This situation became like what happened between me and my father:

I was sick of killing for him; sick of murdering innocent women and children for cash. But he, he wouldn't let me live any other life. That drunken ass then decided to kick me towards the nearest wall, and brag about how he violated my mother, before slowly snapping her neck just to jerk off to body twitching as it pissed itself. I started seeing red when he finished, and I rose up and charged at him. He threw me through the wall, and then proceeded to break my legs, one bone at a

time. I grabbed his face and crushed his eyes, before pulling his head down and breaking the back of his neck with my elbow. That was when Cinder found me.

Ever since then, I didn't want anyone to suffer the same way I did. Not while I was still kicking. I slid under Junior's legs and brought my right foot to the back of his head. He stepped forward to catch himself and swung behind him, only to hit nothing but air. I used my legs to launch myself for a headbutt, and then I drop kicked him in the chest. I gave him a good old-fashioned axe kick for good measure. I took him and his goons, tied them up with my webs, and left them in the middle of the docks as I called the cops in.

When Yang came to, she stumbled onto the sight of Junior and his gang tied up in webs, while the cops arrived to collect them. I looked back at the scene from across the street, and she looked right back at me. I headed off to return to my dorm, as she mouthed the words 'Thank you' as I jumped off into the sunset.

Well, that was something, wasn't it? A little bit of backstory for our new hero, and I know "Bub" is Wolverine's thing, but who doesn't like it? None of these characters are mine, they belong to Roosterteeth. And leave a comment in the review section below; let me know what you think. Kamina out.