September 5th, 20XX; Lincoln Street 1962, 6:16 a.m.

Alright, I'm only gonna' be doing this once, so listen up: from the top...

My name is DJ Price; I'm a 17-year-old white guy who *might* have an addiction to Dr. Pepper, and for the last couple of months I've been the one and only "Spider-Man"...well, at least I've known I was for the last 4 months anyhow; never was bitten by a radioactive spider or given my abilities via some "spider-deity" or some nonsense (as far as I know anyway), I've just...*had them*. Discovered 'em by freak-accident too when I almost got ran over by a careless driver, but that's a story for another time.

I have yet to had even officially started my crusade against crime however, as I didn't get any sort organic-webbing which could be either a blessing or a curse honestly, so I needed to spend time working on a device capable of letting me be able to act as a proper spider-themed vigilante; otherwise I'd just be "Man", which isn't really that cool or that "stand-out" of a name-

Countless hours were spent, which quickly turned to days, then weeks...all in the name of preparation, planning, creating the person I was going to truly be for potentially the rest of my days as the "faker" I was for the last 17 years becomes nothing more but just a mere mask...and today was going to hold one of my final steps towards that life-changing goal, as I planned on taking said-device on a simple field-test. There was one thing I forgot to account for however, though:

Today also marks the beginning of my Senior year at Vale High.

"...Ugh...why does it always feel like I'm entering another universe every time I wake up...?"

DJ proceeds to very slowly open his eyes and get up, taking a couple glances around his room just to make sure he's indeed still on Planet Earth. To his left lies a dark-brown desk with a small black laptop on top of it, next to it several pieces of paper containing drawings of what would appear to be logo-designs. Inside its two drawers contain a red n' black spandex-suit, and below it in the lower-drawer his collection of Scott Pilgrim books sitting under two weird-looking silver wristbands.

Across the bed on the other side of the room lies a television sitting on a light-brown stand with what appears to be a gaming-system, and on its walls a few posters of Magic Johnson, a cat hanging from a very slim line, and of the superhero Captain Underpants; all three of which having been acquired at one point or another for free during his elementary days, along with a coat-rack next to the door. Next to the bed itself stands a dresser with five drawers; two of which used for actually holding clothes, the other three containing random junk he either doesn't want to ever bother with or doesn't want anyone finding-

After a few more minutes, the teen finally manages the willpower to get up and then proceeds to stretch his body out. With some of the wooden support-beams under his bed having broken over the years (the stand itself once having been the top-half of a bunk-bed), having a 100% perfectly comfy sleep that didn't leave him with a sore shoulder and/or neck eventually became a pipe-dream. Once he finishes he opens one of his drawers to grab his toothbrush and some shampoo (which he purposely hides away so no one can use either themselves), takes a dark-blue towel he left hanging on his coat-rack (so he always has a towel on stand-by), and some clean clothes, proceeding to exit the room afterward.

Across the hall is his mother's room, its door slightly open, and next to his room specifically's the house's primary restroom which light's currently on. Next to his mother's room and across from the restroom's a currently unused bedroom; first used by his oldest brother Scott, then his other still-older-brother Joey when the oldest decided to become a basement-dweller, and then nobody once the middle-son moved out to live with his then-fiancée/now-wife in a home of their own a month prior. Finally, on the left-hand side of the restroom, a closet containing a variety of things such as notebooks, towels, board-games, etc.,.

Already guessing who is currently in the restroom, he decides to wait in the living room, placing his things gently on an armchair next to the hallway's entryway and then quickly grabbing a banana from the kitchen before sitting on the couch as slowly as he can as to not disturb the still-sleeping boston terrier laying on the left edge. After demolishing the fruit swiftly, all the while feeling like he's tapping into his inner primate and even slightly snapping his head to the side as if exiting a trance, he takes his left hand and gently rubs the dog's back, watching as his giant bowling-ball eyes open and blink a couple times.

"Mornin' Rock...you get in a good sleep? Ya' look like you did...". He proceeds to look over at a giant fluffy bed laying in the middle of the couch and the armchair, still petting the dog 'Rocky' named by his mother of course after Rocky Balboa, "...tho it looks like you still don't like 'dat bed at all...granted, if I had to pick between it and the couch I feel I'd pick the couch as well pretty easily, but still."

The small dog proceeds to slowly get up and hop off, walking into the kitchen to get some food and water in its system as Edward hears the bathroom door open in the distance. He gets up and walks over to see his mother, Marie Price, heading back towards her room, stopping midway however to quickly turn around and say g'morning to him. Re-taking his things and heading inside the restroom to clean himself up, Marie in the meanwhile (now properly dressed up) lets Rocky outside via their backyard.

Time passes and eventually he exits, dressed in the clean clothes and his dark-brunette hair still slightly wet, heading back into his room to get his school-supplies ready; said-"supplies" being a mechanical pencil, a single notebook, and a gaming-handheld for whenever he has free time, all of which held in a small black-and-orange backpack with its handles broken off with the lean leather-straps being wrapped around his right hand. Never hurts to be handy. He also this time however stuffs those wristbands inside the bag as well, along with some strange cartridges and a silver ski-mask, their existing in there being hidden by the notebook stretching out the bag.

Rushing back into the kitchen to see if lunch's ready, he walks in just in-time to see his mother packing a peanut butter sandwich and some fruit-punch juice into a small soft box n' zipping it up. Noticing his arrival, she turns to go let Rocky in while asking excitedly, "You all ready for your last year of school?! I know you've been waitin' a long time for it."

"Heck yeah I am, no more having to slog through every Monday to Friday for several hours 9-an'-a-half months a year? Who can't be excited for that?", he replies whilst proceeding to lean against the wall, tilting his head slightly as he looks up at a clock smiling. "All the more time I can finally spend sleeping in peace~"

Marie proceeds to turn around as Rocky runs up by her, a slight frown now on her face as she sighs. "You gotta do more than that...I mean, have you even thought once about what you're going to do after school? Job, house, girlfriend...?"

DJ stands up straight, firing back with a similar-esque frown of his own as he crosses his arms; a trait no doubt passed down from his mother and her very own. "I have actually...on those first two anyway, not so much that third."

She walks back up the small steps, walking back over to the lunchbox and grabbing it to give to her son. "What about Claire? You've always been fond of her ever since you two were little, always trying to be all gentlemanly around her~", she says as she looks forward at him with a slight smile all followed with a quick wink.

It's true, I did always like her...she was my first-ever, and still to this day only, friend; my literal "girl next door". Beautiful, smart, funny, always able to make everything around her shine even in the worst of times...but what if I had a crush on her? Not only would she undoubtedly (albeit kindly) reject a loser like me, after I do what I'm about to do it won't really matter anyway-

Turning around quickly in case there's any sort of red/pink hue on his face, he proceeds to look up at the ceiling while crossing his arms behind his head, his hands clasped together as they rest on the back of his head. "I mean of course I would, we've been friends for over a decade now and she just happens to be a girl...", he says as he looks from left-to-right. He then feels something being slightly pushed against his back, turning around to see the object in question being his lunch which he then grabs from his mother.

"You know I just want the best for you, right...? I mean, I'm not gonna' be here forever to look after you guys ya' know.", she says while faintly smiling again and giving her son a big ole' hug only a mother could provide, her eyes closed now as he wraps his arms around her and returns the love.

"I know Mom, I know...still got all the time in the world to figure everything out.", he says while looking down at the floor. Slowly glancing up at the fridge however, he remembers something and proceeds to ask "...Did any of us go get milk yesterday? I remember us being out when I wanted to make some chocolate milk for us-"

Breaking away from the embrace slowly and looking in its direction herself, she takes a moment to think before looking back at him and simply shaking her head. "I can head to Aldi's later after work and-"

"I can head to the gas station right now and quickly get a 2-liter, still got a little over half-an-hour 'fore I gotta be at Vale.", glancing up at the clock just to be certain. Right around the corner from the street-block they lived on was a quickly-accesible pitstop, barely a workout even before I "awakened the super" within me. "I'll be back 'fore you even realize I'm gone~"

She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to grab her keys, "Okay, I'll be heading to work now. Love you~", beginning to head out the back door and towards her truck until she looks out the window and sees a small white car blocking it in the driveway, sighing as she pinches her nose. "Dang it, Scott...he's still out like a light undoubtedly..."

Heading back to his room, making sure he doesn't forget his key to the house along with his wallet, DJ proceeds to head out the front door while saying a quick 'Later' to his mother, his lunch being tucked neatly into his schoolbag. Locking the door behind him, he proceeds to casually make his way down the street as he hums a tune quietly to himself.

Only taking mere minutes, he swiftly arrives at his destination, basically empty with only a single car and a truck in the back. "Alright, simple: go in, grab the milk from the back, pay the man, go home, walk to school with Claire like always...what could possibly go wrong?", he thinks to himself as he walks up to the front door only to immediately freeze upon seeing two armed men holding up the joint yelling at behind the counter to hurry up and give them any money he's got. "...ooookay...THAT could possibly happen, and did of course 'cause it's me...typical Price luck, really-"

Quickly running behind the station before he could be spotted, he's about to reach for his phone when he stops again...and then glances at his schoolbag and smirks slightly. ...Why wait 'til after school to give 'em a test-drive...?

Minutes prior...

In the far-back-aisle, a girl wearing a black hoodie, light-blue jeans, dark-brown boots, and red headphones over her ears whilst humming out to the song playing "This Will Be The Day" is currently looking over several candy bars, seemingly looking for one in-particular as a rather fancily-moustached man wearing a fedora reads a probably-not-meant-for-children magazine. Suddenly however, three men rush in with the first one to barge in yelling "ALRIGHT, HANDS UP!" before firing a silenced shot into the ceiling.

Startled, the girl gives an 'eep!' before trying to quickly duck and hide, unfortunately however having been heard and knocked to the floor by the largest of the three. "Good work Ox, you know the drill!", says the fancy man holding a pistol. The man now identified as "Ox" proceeds to keep the girl down by placing his gigantic boot on her stomach, prevent any escape no matter how much she squirms.

The one wearing what appears to be a cowboy hat walks up to the counter and wraps a whip around his employee's neck, giving him a cold look while saying "A'ight partner, let's make this quick; dough in our pockets, girl in the back gets to walk outta here without a scratch." in a thick southern accent that takes him and even the girl slightly outta' it.

"Make it snappy, I tend to have a pretty itchy trigger-finger pal~!", the fancy man tells the counter-man. However, before he can actually follow up, the pistol he's holding suddenly gets encased in a strange silk-like substance and yanked out of his hand to his extreme surprise, likewise happening with the cowboy and his whip.

"Howdy partners, mind if I join intrude this lil' shindig~?", exclaims a seemingly-young voice attempting a mock-imitation of the cowboy's voice. All eyes present turn in the direction of the voice, including that of the man 'hind the counter and the teenage girl, all of which surprised at what they see.

Standing at the front door with a whip across his left shoulder playing with the gun in his left hand as if it were a yo-yo, the bullets having been emptied and now hitting the floor; a man in a dark-blue zipped-up jacket, dark-blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, red-n'-white gloves, and a white mask with the eye-holes coverd by a pair of white wide-eyed googles completely hiding his face, glancing around the room to see what he's dealing with. Hm, third really big guy I didn't catch before, fancy man gunless, and a cowboy...in this day and age-

Certainly not how I saw this day going, but 'ey, 'least the shooters work.

What happened afterward will forever amaze the girl, inspiring her and many others for years to come; the boy barely older than her proceeds to swiftly dispatch of both men with a single blow each, apparently known as "Dan" and "Montana" respectively based on what this Ox oaf was spouting out as he got his foot off her and tried rushing her mystery saviour; however, no matter his speed or strength, he couldn't land a single punch on the masked man. "God damn it, STAY STILL!"

"Sorry buster, gonna hafta' try harder than that~", he taunts at the bigger man his head barely even reaches the chest of, jumping over him as he throws a strong right hook only hitting the glass behind him, "Mr. Moustache" hiding behind the counter too scared to watch as the girl's now recording the display on her phone in utter awe, her stunning silver eyes practically shining. The dance goes on another minute or so until finally Ox, now sweating profusely, rests himself against the counter trying to catch his breath as his tormentor patientally waits, looking at an imaginary watch on his left wrist.

"...W-Who...w-who ar-MMPHFT!", having been cut off by a web shot aimmed right at his mouth before getting kneed in the face from halfway across the room by the webbed-wonder, being sent the flying down other half unconscious before even hitting the floor.

With the grace of a ballerina the masked man lands on the floor, taking a deep breath before looking around to survey his surroundings hoping the place hadn't been too damaged...and also to remember where the milk's kept. "Everybody alright?", he asks then seeing the moustached man give a thumbs up from behind the counter, before getting swarmed by the young girl.

"OHMYGOSHTHATWASINCREDIBLETHANKYOUSOMUCHCANIHAVEYOURAUTOGRAPHNSJHUNSKNAOI8O-"

The man proceeds to chuckle slightly as he nonetheless still attempts to escape the girl's grasp before he gets snapped in two by her. "Okay, okay, you're welcome...good to see I already got a fan, was expecting a "YOU STINK!" or somethin' honestly.", finally managing to break free after a brief struggle. "Alright, so with that taken care of..."

The hero proceeds to step over Ox to head over to the back, grabbing a two-liter of milk and leaving a $5 on the counter. "Consider this for me and the girl here, uh...?", looking over at her awaiting a name. Beaming up at him with the brightest smile he's probably ever seen from a 15-year-old, she says aloud "Ruby, Ruby Rose reporting for duty~!". Chuckling slighty again with a smile visible even through the mask, the hero continues "For me and Ruby here~".

Webbing the three knocked-out goons together for easy capture from the police, Moustache-Man calling for right now with the chaos over, the hero turns to leave before his left wrist is grabbed by Ruby. "W-Wait...! Who are you?!" The her just slowly turns his head to her, puffing up his chest simply saying such words that'll rock her mind along with the entire worlds': "Eh, no one special...just your friendly neighborhood SPIDER-MAN!", he says before turning back around and rushing out the door, jumping high into the air and shooting a webline to zip away with.

Ruby (after grabbing a Kit-Kat, which was what she originally came for in the first place-) ran out as well, watching him leave with stars in her eyes, hurriedy looking back at her phone to make sure the video came out good before uploading it. Wait 'til Uncle Qrow and Yang hear about this!

Hello everyone, thank you for checking out this story~! It's my first time trying to write a story in 'bout a decade or so, so any/all constructive feedback would be hella appreciated. I don't promise to be "super consistent" with updates to this or really *any story* I write, so don't be surprised if anything doesn't happen for various extended-periods of time.

One thing real quick: why Spider-Man and RWBY? Long-story-short, dreams can get hella crazy-

Anyways, catch ya'll another time~!