Chapter 3: A New Hero in Town
Room 339, the room where Spider-Man would be staying at for a long period of time. He opened the door and entered inside. He scanned the room. It was big, bigger than Peter's room back at home at least. He felt a hint of homesickness just thinking about that. He forgot about that for now as he was too busy looking around. There were four red covered beds side by side, sitting a few feet away from each other. Spider-Man raised an eyebrow up, confused. He assumed the room was made for four people, thus explaining the four beds. The walls were vanilla white and the floor was pitch black with a circular carpet in the middle. Between the middle two beds, there was a red curtain that covered the window. There was a closet on the right side of the room. Spider-Man reckoned there was nothing in there. Ozpin said no one owned this room so there shouldn't be any personal belongings lying around. On the left side of the room, there was a drawer that had a school uniform that no one probably used. Ozpin said there was a spare uniform in every room if anyone lost a piece of clothing or the entire uniform. Spider-Man looked back to his right and spotted a door that was near the closet. He walked inside there, opening the door. Of course, the bathroom had what a typical bathroom had: a toilet, a sink with a mirror and a drawer under, and a shower. On top of the toilet, there were at least three perfectly folded white towels stacked on top each other. He exited out of the bathroom, closing the door the way out. He scanned the room once more. There wasn't much else as he pointed out most of what was in here. With just one person living in here, it was quite spacious, indeed. He couldn't imagine if there was four people with their belongings living the same exact room. It would be absolutely cramped. Of course, he was directed to his room by Ozpin, the man that he met with in the nurse's office not too long ago. A few minutes ago at least. However, Ozpin didn't have the chance to introduce Spider-Man to his new teammates. Someone needed Ozpin's assistance. Overhearing the conversation between the two, there seemed to be a mishap about a student and his weapon. From the sound of it, it didn't sound too well. He apologized to Spider-Man for leaving unexpectedly. Spider-Man understood the situation and had Ozpin go.
Before he left, he said his new teammates lived in Room 335. Luckily for Spider-Man, it wasn't too far. In fact, it was just in the middle of the hall. Only a fifteen second travel at the very least. He smiled, seeing there wasn't any difficulty of finding his teammates' dorm room. Before Spider-Man even entered his room, Ozpin pointed out he's the fifth member of the team. Usually, every team consisted of four students. However, if such a thing happened, a fifth member will be placed by the headmaster, which was Ozpin himself. It was rare to have that occurrence. This was only for students who haven't found a partner yet or other rare problems. For example, if someone was a new exchange student or a new student who had been assigned to the school during a semester, the student will be assigned to a team as a fifth member. But again, it wasn't very common to have that occur. But it was better to have more members in a team because that team would have strength in numbers, but it does depend on the team's teamwork and each student's skills. Ozpin went to full detail about it on the way and Spider-Man actually found it quite interesting.
Before he left his room, he changed out of his slightly torn up red and blue costume. He wanted to make a good first impression when meeting his new teammates. He walked toward the drawer and opened the top drawer, revealing the school uniform, of course, for males. He changed into the clothes and slipped on the uniform's shoes. He looked at himself. Peter wasn't much a fan of uniforms but he didn't loathe them. But at least he looked better than wearing his torn up Spider-Man costume. His hair was messy from wearing his mask for too long. It was an easy fix though. He went to the bathroom and fixed his hair with water. Peter didn't have a original hairstyle nor did he even have one. His hair was always slightly brushed down but that was it. It was exceptional though and that's all that mattered. He exited out of his room, closing the door on the way out and of course, locking it with the key given from the headmaster of Beacon. He walked down the hallway until he reached his destination, Room 335. Facing the wooden door in front of him, he knocked on the door and waited for an answer. There was no answer. He knocked again, ending up with the same result last time.
'Huh, they're probably not home. Oh well…' Peter thought. 'I might as well take a nap while I wait. I am tired after that fight with Sinister Six. Or in this case, Eight.' He followed his own exact directions. His travel was nothing but short back to his room. He twisted the knob of the entrance to his room and the door opened. When he was inside, he headed straight for the nearest bed. He laid himself down in a comfortable position onto the bed's soft surface and rested his head on the soft pillow. He closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep. After a few minutes, his body was motionless. He was asleep.
Octavius, otherwise known as Doctor Octopus, felt nothing but a rough and cold surface. It was like sleeping on metallic bed. A breeze of cold air blew on him, making him shiver a bit. It felt like he was back in cold prison cells. Where every criminal and super villain was put when a hero like that annoying cursed arachnid, Spider-Man, took them down and subdued them. He remembered the horrible food the prison served them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He almost gagged a bit every time he took a bite of the absolutely abhorring goop they call food. Everyday he'd wake up to that food, and in the middle of the day of hard labor the food would be introduced to him once again, and when it was close to night the food would be right there, waiting for him. He remembered prison was undoubtedly dull and boring. There wasn't much to do there other than hard forceful labor. Lifting weights wasn't exactly Octavius's 'strong' point (HA! So punny!). That was more for obviously, the muscular prisoners. He wasn't much of a talkative person either. Before he became Doctor Octopus and was still working as a scientist at Oscorp, his shyness and nervousness caused him to be almost a social outcast. His shyness and nervousness drastically diminished once he became the villain he was today, but he doesn't like to talk that much, a silent type, he'd rather stay with his inventions and experiments.
He started to wonder about his minions, minions meaning the members of the Sinister Six. Doc Ock, who was undoubtedly the leader of the super villain group, only saw them as minions. He respected them without a doubt. They did so many things for him. Without them, he couldn't have created that portal they assisted him with. Without them, Spider-Man would've already put him back in prison back now. But they were only minions, helpers. Not part of any family whatsoever. There's been a mutual bond between the villains but nothing more than co-workers who don't know much about each other. But he was concerned about them since not only him and Spider-Man but also the members of the Sinister Six were sucked into the portal as well. Are they dead? Is Spider-Man dead from the poison Kraven injected into him? Is he, himself, dead? If he and any of them are dead, then where are they right now? There were questions told but none of them to be answered, leaving Doc Ock clueless.
Doc Ock felt something on his legs. It had a nice grip on it and it felt like a hand. It was dragging him somewhere. Octavius would do something, but at the moment, he was currently weak, still trying to recover from the fight with Spider-Man and his travel through the portal. He heard footsteps and more people getting dragged on the ground. Could those other people be his minions or teammates? His eyes were still closed so he couldn't tell. Only his hearing aided him. He heard men talking.
One of them spoke, "Hey come on, let's hurry up! The boss wants these guys inside pronto!"
Octavius heard other voice, "Calm down. Cinder just wants us to get them inside. There's no rush. Besides, why is she concerned about these freaks?" Otto wanted to growl in annoyance, but the travel also made talking or making a sound painful. It wasn't too severe, but it hurt.
The first voice Otto heard spoke again, "Look at them. I mean, this guy has four mechanical arms and this guy is enormous! He makes all of us look like ants! Why else do you think Cinder concerned? The more firepower, the better!"
"True, now that I think about it."
"Yeah, think it long and hard with that stupid ass brain of yours."
"Let's just get these guys inside. And call the others, we're gonna need help for this big fella." He and the other people being dragged on the ground were being brought somewhere. Wherever this place was, Octavius hoped for the best to happen. The last thing he wanted was being thrown back in prison. However, hearing the men's conversation, it doesn't sound like their destination was prison. He started to feel lightheaded again. Within a few minutes, he was unconscious.
Teams RWBY and JNPR were back in their respective dorms. They were planning to go out together in Vale. However, two things made a change of plans. One, with Ruby discovering the man unconscious near the edge of the school ground, they had to report the incident to Ozpin and Ms. Glynda Goodwitch since they were witnesses and had to tell to the authorities. That took up an hour of their time, even though each of them didn't have much information on how the man fell into his unconscious state. After that, they were about to leave to Vale. Unfortunately, there were more things to make matters worse. The clouds in the sky turned gray and formed into one giant gray cloud. From it, it dropped tiny drops of water and struck down lightning with its loud thundering thunder. In other words, it started raining. They did check the weather before they left. The forecast said there was only a twenty percent chance of rain. Like there was some bad luck charm casted on them, that twenty percent happened. Since they didn't want to be soaked in water, especially Yang who loved her blonde hair to be in 'perfect' condition, they rescheduled their hangout tomorrow.
As of now in the Team RWBY dorm, Ruby stared up at the ceiling in boredom with her hands crossed under her head. Yang joined her in her stare off with the ceiling. Both of them would sigh in boredom every so often. One of them even yawned. Weiss was on her scroll, browsing on the internet. She was looking for clothing and cosmetics to purchase. And of course, more dust for her rapier, Myrtenaster. Weiss would get annoyed by Ruby and Yang sighing and groaning from time to time. However, she wasn't the only one. Blake was on her bed with her legs crossed, busy reading one of her romance novels she kept in her heart so dearly. With the two Rose sisters moaning and groaning, it was an annoyance to her. Unlike Weiss, she kept her temper. Weiss, however, would tell the two to be quiet rudely. This made Blake more annoyed. It was already bad with Ruby and Yang sighing in boredom. But with Weiss complaining mixed into it. It was a nightmare. However, something eased everyone of their anger, annoyance, and boredom.
Someone knocked on the door.
Yang yelled, "It's open!" The man who was knocking on the door came in. It was Professor Ozpin. As usual, he has a cane in his hands but no mug was visible.
"Professor Ozpin? What are you doing here?" Ruby asked.
"Pardon me for barging in here. I just wanted to know if you have already met your new teammate?" Ozpin inquired. All of Team RWBY was formed surprised and confused faces, something Ozpin expected if they hadn't already known.
"New teammate? Since when we were getting one?" Weiss asked.
"Today Ms. Schnee, however, he's an unofficial student. He still has to take a test, proving his skills if he wishes to become an official student of Beacon. But the faculty and I had to assign him on a team immediately if he does successfully passes the test. But if he fails to complete the task, he'll be sent back home and won't be attending Beacon. With that out of the way, I'd like to inform you that your new teammate is a transfer student from Atlas. He just recently moved to Vale due to some problems he had at Crown Academy." Ozpin explained.
"Our new teammate is a guy?" Yang questioned. All of them had a surprised look on their face when they heard Ozpin say 'him' and 'he'.
"Yes your teammate is most definitely a male. Does that bother you Ms. Xiao Long?" Ozpin inquired. Yang nervously shook her head, hoping to please and not anger the headmaster.
The girls were eager to meet her, happy that a new member was joining Team RWBY. But knowing that their new teammate was a male, made them more keen to meet him. Ruby was really excited to see him and his weapon of choice. Ruby was a girl who loved to see weapons and use them. She believed that weapons were a part of each and every hunter. So of course, she'd be interested in different variations of weapons and tech.
Blake asked, "When can we meet him?"
"As a matter of fact, you can meet your teammate now. His room just left of your room, across the hall. Since every room has a limit of four people living in it and seeing the little space you girls have, he gets his own room."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's give our new teammate a welcome!" Ruby beamed. The rest of the girls nodded, agreeing with her.
"If that's what you want, then allow me to escort you to your teammate's room." Ozpin said. He started walking with RWBY following him from behind. All of them were either smiling or making a grin, hoping to make a good first impression to their new teammate. It was only at least a fifteen second walk to Room 339 which was left of Team RWBY's dorm. Discovering the travel was short between their room and their teammate's room, it'll be a lot easier to communicate with each other. They were standing in front of their new member's door. Ozpin created a loose fist. He lifted it up and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked on the door again, hoping for an answer. There was none.
He knocked again but this time, he said, "Mr. Parker? Mr. Parker?" Same as last time, there was, sadly, no answer. "It seems like Mr. Parker is not in his room at the moment." Team RWBY frowned. "Maybe next time when he comes back." Ozpin walked away, down the hallway. Team RWBY looked at him walk until he disappeared around the corner. They looked back at Mr. Parker's door.
"I wonder when he'll be back?" Ruby wondered.
"Who knows? Anyway, let's just head back to our room." Blake responded. Team RWBY walked back to their room, all of them wondering where has their new teammate gone to.
Ten Minutes Eariler…
Peter couldn't fall asleep. He closed his eyes but he didn't feel tired. He tried counting sheep in his mind as he tried to fall asleep. But alas, he didn't drift into his desiring slumber. He was too troubled by knowing the Sinister Six/'Eight' was out there still acting as major threat, if they were here. Ignoring it wasn't an option for Peter. If he ever choose to ignore a crime that could potentially injure or kill an innocent life, that would be disobeying his oath he made to Uncle Ben after he died. He changed out of his black school uniform and into his Spider-Man costume. Before he passed out from Kraven's poison, he remembered he saw a city from the distance. It wasn't too far, however, it'd be difficult for Peter to web sling all the way there and he didn't want to alarm any of the students. It wasn't everyday someone saw a man swinging around like Tarzan. Even if he got out of Beacon undetected, it'd be a pain to just travel over there and back. But it wasn't for an aircraft… There was an airship that would always wait there for people who so chose to travel down to the unknown city. Peter had an idea. If he could sneak out of Beacon by sticking onto the bottom of the airship without alarming students, he would be golden. He did exactly that. It took at least thirty minutes for the airship to journey to the city down below. But he had arrived. As of now, Spider-Man was standing on the edge of the tallest building he could find with rain drops dropping onto his head. The building, from looking down at the sign below him, was called the Schnee Dust Company.
'Well there's apparently a company that specializes on dust particles. But I'm not the one to judge.' Peter thought. He leaned his body forward and looked down. Cars were driving on the road as their horns resonated throughout the city. Large amounts of people were walking on the sidewalks and across the streets, some of them conversing about many topics. It reminded him of his city, Manhattan, New York. Homesickness returned to him as he remembered swinging through the city looking out for crimes, the criminals and super villains he had to fight, the school that he attended, his friends that always supported him, and his Aunt May who always cared for Peter like he's her son. Peter never had the thought of never returning back home. The pain he already feeling was enough to handle. Just the thought of it almost made Peter burst into tears. But he knew soon he'll find a way back home. For now, he was stuck in a place that was a mystery to him and he had to deal with it.
Spider-Man walked back from the edge of the building to get a running start. Once he was far enough, he ran as fast as he could and leapt off the building. He dived straight down, feeling the nice cool breeze hitting against his face. He shot a web line at the nearest building when he was about to hit the ground, saving himself. From there, he was web slinging through the city as people below saw them surprised. He loved to do that every single time he was on top of a colossal tower. It felt nice and heart racing, even though he did that over hundreds of times. He never got tired of that. His web slinging was slow at first but then he started to speed up. He went faster and faster until he reached his limit.
He cried, "WOO HOO!" Spider-Man twirled and spun in the air graciously every time he let go of his web line. He saw a water tower on a roof. There were little openings and Spider-Man couldn't help himself but go through them with the help of agile and flexible body. He went through them with ease, no trouble at all. He started his web slinging travels again. It was heart racing and nonetheless, fun.
An alarm went off. It was very loud and noisy. It was the signs of trouble. A concerned Spider-Man directed his attention to that and changed course of his web slinging path over where the alarm was coming from. He landed on the building overlooking all the other small ones. One of those small buildings was where the alarm came from. It was a store called Dust Done Right.
'Ok, there's a company about dust and a store or stores selling dust. I feel like dust isn't what I think it is.' Peter thought. He heard the door open. His attention turned to the door and he saw armed men coming out of the front door. They looked like the average bank robbers. They had black ski mask to conceal their faces. It only showed their eyes and mouth. All of them had the same attire. They wore a brown jacket with a black undershirt. They wore black jeans. On their feet, they wore black boots. In their black fingerless gloved hands, they held assault rifles. One of them had a bag in their hands. Spider-Man assumed it had nothing but money as it seemed money was always the importance for thugs. There was a car outside waiting for them by the front door. They got in and drove off. The owner of the store, who strangely had ears and tail of a wolf, ran out and saw them driving off.
He yelled with frustration, "Somebody stop them! They took all of my money and dust!" Unfortunately for the owner, the police wasn't here yet. Being his responsibility as a hero, Spider-Man shot a web line and chased them the robbers down.
The car was fast, faster than the police cruisers that were trying pursue them. But Spider-Man was faster. He threw his body forward every time he let go of the web line to gain speed. The police came at every corner the robbers turned to. But to the police's dismay, the thugs always found a opening they could go through to outrun the cops. There was another police cruiser driving faster to ram into the thugs. One of the robbers stuck their body out of the window and pulled out a grenade launcher. He took aim and fired out a grenade shell. The shell came into contact with the front of the police cruiser and the car blew up in a fiery explosion, turning the car into nothing but bits and pieces. These thugs were something more the average crook. They were prepared for this heist. They knew what was going to come at them and they had the supplies to get away with the robbery. However, they weren't prepared for Spider-Man who landed on trunk of the car. The thugs turned around and clearly saw the red and blue hero.
"What the fuck?!" The driver cursed as he looked at his rear mirror. "Shoot that freak!" He ordered and the thugs followed his command. All of them, excluding the driver, blindly fired at Spider-Man. He quickly crawled onto the roof of the car before any of the bullets hit him. Spider-Man crawled down to the left back door. The thug who sat next the door opened it to hopefully knock Spider-Man off. But it was utterly ineffective. The only thing it did for him was for Spider-Man to shoot a web line at a lamppost and connect the other end of the web line onto the thug's shoulder. It immediately pulled the thug out of the car. He was now hanging from the web line with police officers aiming their guns at him. Spider-Man climbed back up to the roof of the car. The driver was aware of this. He tried to shake Spider-Man off by swerving the car every time he turned around the corner. But it was unsuccessful. Spider-Man had an idea as he easily kept his balance on top of the car. If he could possibly shoot webbing at the wheels, that would force the car to stop since the webbing would stop the wheels from turning. He looked at the wheels of the car. It seemed like the car used a rear wheel drive, meaning the car used only the rear wheels to help itself move. Spider-Man crawled down to the two rear wheels. He shot as much webbing as he could until the car started to slow down gradually. Spider-Man shot a web line at a building and watched the plan effectively worked its magic.
"Hey Ned! Why are we stopping?" One of the thugs inquired.
"I don't know! The car won't drive! It's like its stopping itself!" Ned said. The car stopped fully. The thugs exited the car and they tried to run. But as soon as they got out of the car, the police were already there. Police officers got out of their cars, aiming their guns at the outnumbered thugs.
"Freeze! Put your hands where I can see them!" One of the officers ordered. Having no choice, the thugs surrendered to the law. Four police officers with cuffs ran up to them and put the cuffs of their wrists. As they did that, a piece of paper floated down and landed on top of the police chief's hood of his car. He was aware of the note and picked it up with his right index finger and thumb. The note read: Courtesy of Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.
"Spider-Man? What?" The police chief whispered to himself. Something at the corner of his eye caught his attention, making him wide-eyed and his jaw drop. He turned around and saw a red and blue man swinging off, away from the scene of the crime. He kept watching him swing graciously until he disappeared, swinging around the corner. The police chief turned his attention back to the crime scene, remembering what the thugs committed.
"Search the car for the dust and lien!" The police chief ordered. All of police officers under his command searched the car of anything worth of value and of course, what the thugs stolen.
Ozpin was in his clockwork office with his coffee he would make first thing in the morning. Espresso, just the way he liked it. It would immediately wake him up in the morning with its thick taste and caffeine. He walked toward his desk. He sat down in his chair, moving around a bit searching for a comfortable position. On his desk was a newspaper that would always be there when he arrived in his office. He grabbed the newspaper and opened it up, reading through articles while taking sips of his hot coffee. He liked reading newspapers. It would always bring something interesting to read about in the world of Remnant, from Vale to Vacuo and from Haven to Atlas, giving knowledge about the world today. However, one article surprised him a bit. The title of the article was: Spider-Man? Reading through it carefully, sometimes reading parts again to be precise, he hummed in interest.
"Peter Parker, so this is what you're capable of. I'm going to have to converse with him later." Ozpin said to himself.
End of Chapter 3. So I feel like some characters in this story are a bit OOC. If you feel something is off, please do tell me so I can revise the chapter. Now, some people were asking me when I'm going to update my other stories, mainly Spider and Vampire, a Spider-Man and Rosario + Vampire Crossover. I will update them when I have the chance, but my focus as of now is on this story. If it bothers some of you, I apologize but you'll just have to be patient like everybody else, eager to read the next chapters of my other stories. Anyway, now onto my usual spiel, if any of you guys enjoy reading this story, please leave a review. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated. Also, if you want to know when new chapters are uploaded, click the follow button. Anyway guys, I'm gonna head off. This is Spider-Teen1000 signing off!