A/N #1: Hey Guys! This story is being rewritten. But to re-emphasize on what this is, I want to share my version of the sequel of "Spider-Man into The Spider-Verse." A sequel is in production as of right now. I do want to complete this story before it comes out. My version will probably be inaccurate. but hey! It's my only version!

This Prologue will only give a taste of the story! It will take place two years after the events of Into the Spider-Verse.

Hope you all enjoy!

Prologue

(Earth-1610)

New York Harbor, December 2020

A stench of rum, made him feel a gun to his head.

The Taxi Driver was beat in the backseat, wearing dirty blue jeans, and a t-shirt that was soaked, with stenches of rum.

He lies in the back of his taxi. The seats were ripped and were waxed many times, but most of all, his car was dusty. His back aches, while his fingers tips the bottle of rum on the floor. His eyes opened, with tears, in his blue eyes.

"Good Afternoon." a voice said

His eyes closed and rolls to the other side. His head aches, as something touched his head.

five thugs stood outside of his car, one is armed with a shotgun, pointing at the driver.

"I think he's dead." A Thug said.

The Thugs grabs his leg, and yanks him out. He tumbles, and was flat on the snow.

He rolls over and finds the crooks hopping into his car. He struggles to stand, as he scrambles into his dirty pockets, dirt falls on the snow, as he pulls a key remote. He hits the panic button, and the car sounds off. For citizens to hear miles away.

"Los Hijo De Puta!"

"Que Mierda!"

They scramble out of the car, while throwing arms at each other with wild eyes, like if they saw a scary ghost.

"What the hell did you do?"

"No se."

"The Hell Bro, este con carro can makes us, UN dineros muchacho."

"uhhh. Guys?" The Driver said.

They snaped to the driver. the group was bigger than what he thought. Two were brutes, the other two were well-fit, and one was skinny.

The keys dangle from his hand, "The car is on a lease. I made fortunate from it." He said.

The Thugs sneered at him.

"My boss can offer you fools a job. His name is Reggie. he'll-"

BANG! He was blast off his feet. His chest burns like lava, as streams of blood drops to the snow, as he groans from the burn. He hears the bickering's of the five thugs. The Skinny thug sprints to his aching body and snatches the key from his hand.

"Hey!" He tries to get up, but has trouble, it may had hit a vein or two. He kneels and glares at the five thugs, entering his car. The aching in his wounds made him slow, as reaches for his sleeve, and pulls it, to reveal a small wrist device.

He shoots a long string made of web, attaching to the keys in the thugs hands, and strips it, "C'mon guys," he said. "I told y'all! I'll give you a fortunate! Don't make me do this now!"

He targets the five thieves with weapons, one with a shotgun, three with pipes and wrenches, and the skinny one with a machete. His arms were stiff as they rise, and makes a fist. His head pains him, as his vision blurs, and begins to lose balance. BAM!A wrench strikes his head, as he now trips to the ground.

His eyes couldn't focus, like a camera struggling to focus on something small. His head was now bruised from wrenches, and pipes, and cuts from the machete. BANG! He was shot again as pellets burns his back. He yells as he falls to the ground. More cuts and bruises as he was kicked around on the floor as more blood was spilled on the snow. The Skinny thug tackles him and presses his neck against the wheel.

He struggles for air, while pushing the thief away. his arms were ready to give in. The Skinny thug blows and fogs the glossy paint of his car, which are more of his worries. His face turns purple. The Skinny Thief looks to the driver's name tag, "Andy P. Parker." The machete slides and scratches the car.

Andy's eyes begin to focus, as he lets in a huge lump of oxygen, and looks to the tip of the Machete and his eyes went big and his brows glared, he quivers and breathes loud enough for the others to hear.

"Not the CAR!"

He disarms him, and slits the thug's throat. His eyes widen, as he looks to his dead opponent. His face glows red, grits his teeth, and frowns at the remaining thugs. He roars and charges at the four thugs. The thugs with pipes and wrenches were slitted, and the brutes were sliced to create fountains of blood, drives a machete through the guts of the last brute, and repeats. He snaps to the thug with the shotgun, as it shivers in his hand. He charges, and drives it with sanity in his eyes. the thug agonizes and chokes on his own blood, and was dropped.

He waddles back to his car. He checks the scratch and bangs it. He frowns as he opens the back seat. Before smelling an awful stench of rum, that made him cover his greasy lips. He sprints to the edge of the harbor that stares out into the ocean, and spills his guts.

4 2

"It's Christmas Fellas, and the city never sleeps. Civil wars on our streets. Crime rates are bursting, and most of all, Spider-Man is dead. Yes. Our beloved hero."

"And Guess what? Another one swings in, Not only to attract more foes, but Attract more CHAOS! Since when does HE have the right to be Spider-Man? This. Imposter, has made people realize that I was Right all along! Yes! James Jonah Jameson has been proven, correct! He will NEVER be The Hero he was! I do of course have some grudges back then, but, when the real one died, I was sadden to know, What ever happened to him, he doesn't deserve."

"And the city is calling for The Imposter's arrest. It's civil war in New York! Hell! The Pros are blaming ME! For people who support me, Knows, that I will never! encourage violence into my city! I adore this city! And now, the mantle is on his shoulder. Goddamn menace. You know what? I don't think He'll do it. And I don't think he ever will."

"Stay tune! For more The Jameson Podcast with J. Jonah Jameson!"

A/N #2: Hope you enjoy that taste!