Disclaimer: I do not own Future diary or Spider-man and his respective characters. They are owned by Kadokawa Shoten and Marvel.
Rated M contains adult themes, language, sexual references, gore, and violent imagery
"Talking"
*thoughts*
The Spider-Scrapbook
Chapter one (The contract)
How do you hold a god responsible?
Tokyo a modern city with profound culture. It has multiple different precincts, each with its own appearance and feel. This atmosphere helps house people from all walks of life, each person with their own personalities and troubles. It has such a dense population and cramped spaces that it seems like the city could talk to you at a million words a minute. Yet, despite this, people have found a way of living here. Peter Parker was one of those people. The young teenager was a born New Yorker. He had made quite a few sacrifices to obtain Japanese citizenship, including leaving his home, forgetting his friends, and leaving baggage unfinished. Plus, all the sleepless nights cramming the Japanese language down his throat as he fought crime. You know, typical teenager stuff But, hopefully, it would all be worth it.
Currently, Peter was sitting on the subway. There was a decent amount of people, but it provided a good reprieve from the hustle and bustle up above. The teen had a narrowed face, tongue slightly poking out, brows furrowed, as he scribbled furiously on a worksheet laid over a thick textbook. Peter went to Kamata Highschool and tried his best to be a diligent student. Doing homework where he could. Attending classes when nothing was going on, but sometimes other responsibilities had to be prioritized. Peter took a sharp inhale and sighed, clapping his textbook shut and placed it in his bag. Reaching into his pocket, Peter pulled out an old flip phone. Flicking it open, we see a picture of a mid-forties-year-old woman. She had streaks of grey in her long brunet hair and had a pearly wide-toothed smile. She was the reason he moved. She needed experimental treatment.
"SCREEEEEECH" The Subway started slowing. Peter stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder. When the doors opened, he stepped out, hopping up the concrete steps that led up to a residential area. After a couple of blocks, Peter pulls up to a row of apartments. They were shabby two-story complexes with tan siding. Jumping up the stairs, Peter Pulled up to a door labeled 7-2 and put his key inside.
"ACHOO" came a pink sneeze.
Peter gave attention. He glanced around and didn't see who could have made that sound. He even leaned over the railing—absolutely nobody.
*Must be my imagination* Thought Peter. Shrugging, the teen opened his door, making sure it locked when it closed,
"I'm Home," Peter announced, his voice echoing as he kicked off his shoes.
The studio consisted of a narrow main hallway containing a carved-out space with a fridge, oven, sink, and counter. There were two doors. On the left was the tiled bathroom equipped with a standing shower, ceramic sink, and porcelain toilet. The other door led to his bedroom. It contained a grey futon, a closet, and a sitting table with two pillows on opposite sides. There were scattered food containers all over the floor; no dependent should have to live alone, and Peter sometimes wondered how he managed to pull it off. It's like his life was a poorly written Manga trope. Unfortunately, reality was a lot more seldom than those colorful stories. Peter walked, discarding his school uniform along the hallway. Once inside his room, Peter set the alarm on his clock and leaped face-first into the futon, instantly falling asleep.
"BRRRENG, " "BRRRENG," "BRRRENG, " "BRRRENG," "WHACK!"
Peter crushes his alarm clock with a personal vendetta; his arm had spider ferocity as he turned the clock into nothing more than cracked glass and scrap metal. Peter rolled off his slice of heaven in the pitch-black room before sauntering over to the light turning it on. Flipping open his phone, it read 12:00 AM. So why would anybody decide to wake up at midnight? Peter stumbled to the closet, releasing a gross yawn, scratched his butt, and then pulled out a red and blue spandex outfit. The suit had a spectacular red mask with two comically sized white lenses outlined in black trim. In addition, it had an ultimate black webbing design, and finally, two Amazing white spider emblems detailed on the chest and back. Peter Parker was the one and only Spider-Man.
Spider-Man swung through Tokyo. Air swishing around him as bright lights seemed to follow him everywhere he turned. The city was hypnotic, but Peter loved this as he hummed to himself leisurely grappling from building to building.
*Must be a quiet night* The hero thought
"Somebody help me" came a woman's scream.
*Damnint, I should have known better than to even think of the Q word.* The hero mentally chastised himself
Spidey followed the shout using his enhanced senses. After finding the source of the sound, he clings to the side of a nearby building. In view was an abandoned parking lot, a woman had two men assaulting her, one was gagging her with a rolled-up shirt, and the other held a knife to her throat. Spider-Man leaped into action as he webbed the blade away and rolled into a crouched position on a nearby car.
"Would it be too cliché to ask you two to pick on someone your own size? Spidey quipped
"It's the bug! said one as he dropped his prisoner and sprinted towards a black van pulling on the handle before. "Thwip," "Thwip." The man became glued to the car's door handle, and the door became adhered shut.
"Fuc….." Another web shot silenced the man.
"Language" shouted The hero as he performed a kickflip off his perch
"ARRRGHHHH," The other man charged at him, whipping out a switchblade.
"You seem like a sharp guy," said the red blur as he sidestepped the slice, grabbed the back of the man's collar, and yanked. "Thunk." A Criminal's head met concrete.
"Nothing? I thought that was a quality joke," Spider-Man said as he webbed the sleeping man to the floor
Finishing his hero business, Spidey focused on the sitting young woman. She had her torso curled tightly and her hands locked atop her head while she watched the ground.
"Are you okay, Maam?" Spider-Man said as he crouched down to her level.
"I thought I was going to die," came a shaky feminine voice.
Spider-Man stopped, his eyelids softened, and his brows furrowed. Then, putting his hand on the cold concrete, he took a seat next to the woman. He didn't joke; he didn't fidget. Instead, he just studied the hard floor, the same as her. For being in Tokyo, everything felt secluded. No nearby cars, No businesses, No lights, No packs of people. Only a light autumn breeze and a blank night sky. After a while of reassuring silence, the woman slowly stopped shivering. Spider-Man gave her a couple more minutes before standing slowly.
"I'll handle things here. Can I walk you to your car?" Spider-Man said, offering her a hand.
The lady firmly grasped his spandex hand as he assisted her to her feet. Walking together for a couple of blocks before arriving at another parking lot with a Red Kia Sorento. As they approached, Spidey lightly jogged ahead after hearing the clink of the door unlocking. Swinging the door open in a grandiose manner, The lady snickered, dropping her shoulders an inch as she slid into the vehicle. The woman put her keys in the ignition, holding her steering wheel for a period before turning to the costumed man.
"Thank you, Spider-Man. I'm glad Tokyo has a hero like you." She said, staring at the emblem on his chest. Spider-Man gave a single nod before delicately shutting the door.
The engine roared to life, and the woman started driving away but not before offering one last final wave. Then, watching the Kia disappear from sight, the wallcrawler returned to the previous lot. The hero contacted the police and informed them of the situation before continuing his patrol.
The rest of the night was not so quiet. Apparently, some new criminals were in town, and their boss wanted to make a name for herself by fighting multiple crime syndicates at once, which caused a bit of a headache for law enforcement and our hero. But hopefully, the new gang would come to realize that Tokyo was Spidey's turf.
The night ended, and a golden haze fills the air as we see our hero sitting on a fire escape, mask pulled up to his nose, revealing his mouth and jaw. Currently, Peter was stuffing his face with some sugared Dorayaki. The Dorayaki was given to him by an older man who Spider-Man had recently helped avoid becoming red bean paste plastered at the front of a commercial bus. Finishing his meal, the teen licked his fingers and returned his mask to its rightful position.
Spider-Man unzipped a black school bag leaning against him and whipped out a sony branded camera. In its prime, the camera would have been any photographer's wet dream. Sadly, now the camera came with various scrapes and scratches, painting what would be a sleek black material. But, to Peter, this made it even more precious. Uncle Ben had gotten him that camera for his fourteenth birthday. Peter remembered relentlessly taking pictures; each photograph was a moment in time just waiting to be captured, to be frozen in eternity. He had an entire scrapbook filled with memories. For Peter taking pictures was more than a hobby. It was his own little way of still sharing his life with his late uncle Ben.
Peter thumbed through the camera's storage, looking at last night's photographs of Spider-Man, acrobatically pummeling numerous crooks. He would fax these to Jameson later. Hopefully, getting a fair wage this time. Peter then took out his phone, glancing at the time.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna be late again… Hiyama sensei is going to kill me!"
The morning bell started chiming right as the 16-year-old boy barged into class, panting. The teen was dressed in an untucked, spotty white T-shirt, black pants, and a loose tie. His dark brown hair scattered in odd directions, and his eyes carried dark bags. Catching his breath, Peter clasped his hands together and gave a slight bow.
"I'm so so sorry for being late, Hiyama sensei. I was late getting up this morning. Please forgive me!"
"Take a seat, Parker. Don't let it happen again. This is the third time this week, and my patience is thining". Hiyama said. His left eye twitching.
Peter hobbled through the crowded aisle. He was actively tucking in his shirt and tightening his tie along the way. Finally, Peter sank in his seat located in the back corner. The light scent of kiwi causing him to relax his shoulders. Peter took out his notebook and started writing. Hiyama Sensei droned on about English and English literature, causing Peter to slump at his desk. He propped himself on his arm, staring straight ahead. He hated how monotone this teacher could be. His eyes squinting as he tried to keep the class in focus. "THUNK" a ruler smacked his hand, jolting him upright.
"Huhhh?" Peter wiped at some dry drool
"Well, can you tell me what it means Parker?, It is your native language." Came Hiyami sensei's snobby voive
"Ughhh," Peter voiced
"Or are you not as sharp as the rest of the faculty seems to think," The teacher's eyes narrowed; he looked like a snake ready to attack.
"Veiling in this passage means to hide your intentions, be deceitful, likely with ill intent." stated a feminine voice
Everything was still. Nobody dared to speak, and Peter kept his eyes glued to his notebook as he drummed his hands on his desk.
"Correct, Ms. Gasai, but in the future, please don't answer for the other students." The teacher chastised still maintaining eye contact with Peter.
"I'm sorry, Hiyami Sensei," Ms. Gasai responded, her jaw clenched. The teacher finally returned to walking the aisles, his voice becoming distant.
Peter glanced over to his savior, Yuno Gasai. She was something else, popularity, beauty, incredible physique, and intelligence. Not to mention she had long, shiny pink hair, complemented by her sweet, warm pink eyes and a jaw-dropping figure with a height about five feet and six inches tall. Yuno was a 16-year-old prodigy. Whether it was a test, physical activity, or a social event, she was the star. As a result, nearly every guy in school had attempted to ask her out.
*Who are you kidding, Parker? What are the odds that a girl like that would be crazy for you?* Peter laughed at himself
After the school chimes went off, Peter walked to Calculus. Sho Amano or Amano sensei was Peter's math instructor. He was rather bland, had Black hair, an average build, and had an unassuming face. He wasn't near as much of a dick as Hiyami-sensei. So when Peter turned in his half-finished homework, all he got in response was a groan and a disappointed shake before Amano sensei started the lecture.
Halfway through the class, Peter noticed that the chalkboard began to blur, and several small black dots bounced around. His stomach threatened to jump out of his mouth. Peter gripped his head, pulling at his hair as he sucked air through gritted teeth. The symptoms kept worsening, torturing the teen. Finally, Peter stood up ashen-faced, stumbling toward the front.
"I need, Nurses office." The teen paled
Peter's mind boiled. He felt like he was floating as somebody dragged him. All Peter clearly remembers is his soul being ripped away from his body and the god-awful headache his Spider-Sense provided in retaliation. Once he hit the hospital bed, he was disconnected from reality.
The ringing of his Spider-sense finally stopped. Blinking away grey, a bright cloudless sapphire sky came into view. Peter's throat gargled as he turned side to side. He was on a frigid marble floor that was floating up in the sky? Jumping around, there was nothing in sight below. If that wasn't odd enough, there was no sun in sight, and yet the place was blindingly bright. Finally, the teen noticed a gathering black mist that swirled. "FWISH" It disappeared with a great wind revealing what appeared to be some sort of gigantic alien skull head, with irregular spiked blotches of hair in the back and a crown present atop its head. It wore a colossal deadly black cloak. After it was fully revealed, it creaked as it turned to face the teen.
"Umm, hi," Peter said with a timid wave. Then, the skeleton's jaw started to unhinge, and it spoke with a booming voice.
"I am Deus EX Machina, I am the god of space and time, and you are in my dimension," the god resonated.
"Ohh uhh yeah, that makes sense," Peter pinches himself, leaving a red mark on his forearm. "Ouch, nope, not a dream."
"I can assure you totem this is real." The god responded as an equally sized black chair appeared. It seemed to be resting on a cracked stone. It kind of reminded Peter of a crushed eggshell. The god sat down.
"Well, I really wish it wasn't," whispered Peter
* Thank God I have seen some weird things in my time as Spider-man; otherwise, I might have literally shit myself* Peter thought as he shifted between his legs.
"Why are you thanking me for seeing peculiar things, and why does that lead you not to defecate yourself," Deus asked
Peter sweatdropped. "You mean you can hear my thoughts?"
"I can hear all things that occur in my realm, including thoughts," The skeleton said as he leaned into his hand.
"That's a total invasion of privacy." The teen countered
"I already know everything there is to know about you, Peter Parker. There is nothing you can say or do that would surprise me." Deus boomed, shifting in his seat.
"That's not really nice; I'm totally original. Whatever, What do you want with me? A protege? Cherry pie? maybe a hug?" Peter asked
"You have been selected for a game of survival," Deus said as he stood up and began waving his arms around. Purple sparks jumping off his hands.
*Oh no, I'm going to die by the hands of a giant weird telepathic skeleton*
"Calm your thoughts; you will not be facing me," Deus responded
As the words left the supposed "gods" mouth, Peter noticed that 11 shadowy figures appeared on different platforms similar to his. Finally, Deus stopped and sat back down.
"I am Deus EX Machina. You have all been gathered here to participate in a game of survival. Each of you has been gifted a diary with varying levels to peer into the future. Your diary can be any object and will reflect your own aspirations, thoughts, and shortcomings. There are twelve users in total. The goal is to find the other users and eliminate them. A crucial part of this game is detective skills. You must find out who the other eleven diary holders are. Now, what is a game without a reward? The final person standing will become my successor as the new got of time and space.
Deus continued making grand gestures as he spoke. Peter decided to use this time to study the diary users. Thanks to the cloak, Peter was unable to determine any features as he continued counterclockwise. Finishing with the person on his left, he swore the individual smiling at him with big red eyes. Chills filled his stomach. Deus finally ended his monologue, and Peter decided to have a voice.
"So uhh, I think you might have called the wrong number, Skeletor, because I don't want to become a god; Sunday school taught me better than that," Spider-Man said as he crossed his arms.
"The participants have already been chosen. To leave this game means death, so you will eliminate each other, and one of you will become a god," Deus said, agitation present in his tone.
"Yeah, There's a problem. I don't kill people." Spider-Man pointed at the god
.
"This is a match to the death, first. You either kill your opponent outright or destroy their diary, which also leads to their demise". Deus said bitterly
"I refuse," Peter said, clenching his jaw.
"You don't have a choice, and If there is no winner. I will erase your universe," Machina growled, clenching his bony claws.
The shadowy figures started murmuring before a couple started shouting in distorted voices.
"You would let your morals get in the way of billions of lives."
"Sounds to me like your a pussy who doesn't know the first thing about surviving."
"Justice must be served. Only a coward would hesitate to kill for the greater good."
"Everyone craves power because power gives freedom."
"Why can't you just shut up and stop acting like you know how the world works."
The berating of Peter continued; it seemed like everyone was condemning him except the smiling face to his left.
Deus interrupted, "This meeting is adjourned. May all of you find a bright future."
The shadows started plummeting to the ground as the voices died down. It seemed like most people were gunning for him.
"Wait, Deus, I have some questions," Peter shouted
Peter lingered for a few seconds after the others vanished. Deus rotated. His posture almost made it seem as if he was looking past him.
"I'm sure she can answer all of your questions, totem." Deus snapped as Peter fell through the cold marble floor.
Taking a ragged gasping breath, Peter swiftly sat up. After his hyperventilating episode, Peter's focus shifted, the feeling of soft cotton. He was surrounded by four men in polos labeled EMS. Two were pushing an ambulance cot, one was talking to the frantic school nurse, and the last was holding his arm, a needle pricking his skin. Everyone stood frozen. It was as if Peter had returned from the dead. After explaining "everything" to the paramedics' Peter was allowed to stay at school, but he had to be observed for a few hours by Mrs. Joy, the school nurse. Sadly it seemed like Peter had already missed the rest of calculus, and he was expected to relax in bed until the last block of the day. Meaning he would miss out on Japanese.
Peter sat upright in the bed, contemplating recent events. The teen really couldn't believe he had gotten sucked into some gods game. What would he do? Did Peter want to become a god? No, absolutely not. Uncle Ben would never approve of that. But how would he put a stop to all this?
*Guess I'll just wing it, for now,* Peter gripped his temples
Peter thought back to what Deus said regarding a future diary. *Something that can tell the future that's unique to me. Hmmm*, He whipped out his phone, opening up the notepad. But, unfortunately, he was greeted with a blank page.
*Yeah, I thought it might be a longshot. I've never really used my phone's notepad before*
Peter unzipped his bag, tossing out book after book as he flipped through every page. The teen tried his calculator, notebooks, textbooks, but nothing seemed to have any future god, diary, thing properties. Until the hero saw his camera dangling on the bed's metal frame. Peter tilted his head, studying the alien object before he snatched it, clicking different diodes and buttons pulling up the camera's saved pictures.
"I don't remember taking these." Came a low whisper
There were three images. The first one, Peter and Yuno, were sitting next to each other, studying a chalkboard. The next, they were cooking together; both had bleached white aprons and clean chef hats. Pete was chopping up the vegetables while Yuno appeared to be sauteing something on the stovetop. The last one had the two of them soaked due to a raining fire suppression sprinkler. They stood there staring at a charred pan.
*I guess this is my chance to test this future diary. I almost think even talking to Yuno would prove it. It would take the intervention of a god to disturb that social barrier* Peter chuckled
Unknown to him, the pink-haired girl passed the nurse's office, pausing at him as he clicked his camera.
Peter was released from the nurse's office. The home economics class had two separate portions, one with a grid of tables and chairs, And another with multiple identical mock kitchens, each with its own fridge, stove, counters, and sink. Peter saw students stumbling around looking for their names. It was customary for the class to be paired off and regularly change seats every couple of weeks. It kept things new and exciting. Plus, Peter hadn't been paired up with Yuno yet. Finally, Peter found the tape labeled with his name and sat down. Sadly Shoji Sato was written next to him.
*I guess I might actually be insane. I blame Mysterio* Peter thought
The bell chimed, and Aldini sensei walked in. Lean build, Blond hair, blue eyes. He looks like he would be a nice guy if his face wasn't glued stuck in a stoic expression. The instructor walked to the front and aggressively scribbled on the chalkboard. Turning to face the class,
"This is what we are cooking today. Please try not to embarrass yourselves. Oh, and it appears we are missing two students, Gasai and Parker, you're partners. There simple fix. You have five minutes to write this down and come up with a game plan; chop, chop." He clapped, leaving the room.
Turning backward, Peter saw Yuno hop up. Peter swore the sun beamed into the room, reflecting off of her as she skipped over.
"Hey, I look forward to working with you," Yuno hummed, a sweet smile tugging at her face.
"Ohhh uh yeah, likewise," Peter said, returning with a nervous smile.
The class was clamoring with introductions as people met their new partners. While our duo simply started writing. After Peter finished writing the recipe, he glanced over to Yuno's half of the table and saw her toying with a small makeup mirror. His face greeted him before she slammed it shut. The timer went off. Yuno was the first to stand out of the pair as they started putting on their aprons.
"If it's okay with you, I would like to handle the stove." She asked, tucking some hair behind her ear
"Sure," Peter responded.
Today they were cooking stir-fry. So the two grabbed their ingredients from the pantry and set to work. Yuno poured some oil into a skillet and started slow-cooking the beef chunks.
"So Gasai-san?" Peter said. Starring at the cutting board.
"Hmmm?" Yuno turns to Peter with breathtakingly cute head tilt
"Why did you want to run the stove today? I mean, not that it's a problem." Peter asks, meeting her gaze and rubbing his neck
"Well, I feel like I'm pretty good with a knife." Yuno rubbed her chin
"that's good," Peter said
Peter grabbed all the vegetables "Tuk, Tuk, Tuk, Tuk, Tuk." He chopped. Yuno turned up the heat, and we can hear a slight sizzle. The savory meat smell filling the air. Peter side steps over to the stove, the two brush against each other as Peter adds the new diced ingredients. Yuno pauses before returning to stirring.
"Pe….Parker, why did you decide to take home ec?" Yuno asks
Peter looks upwards. "Well, I guess I just like to eat when I can." He smirks. "What about you?" Peter asks with a nod before he returns to slicing.
"I love cooking. It's a way to connect with people. I mean, they say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right? " Yuno says.
"That's sweet of you," Peter smiles, and he relaxes his shoulders. "What's your favorite thing to cook?"
"I love making Cherry pie. It smells soo good, and it's not too hard to bake." Yuno responds, swinging back and forth.
"Where have you been my entire life? Cherry pie is the best". Peter exaggerates. The two continue talking as they cooked. There were still awkward pauses, but they could fumble their way around it. Peter couldn't help having a goofy grin. Yuno really was contagious.
"Scuse me, Gasai-san," Peter says as he reaches over and turns down the dial to the stir-fry,
"I think it was just a little too hot."
"Thank you, Pete..r," Yuno says as she reaches over and grabs various spices and seasonings.
"Don't mention it," Peter shrugs
The rest of home ec went off without a hitch, Ending with the two stagging their meal at their table. At first, Yuno was adamant about Peter eating everything. She said something about him needing to keep up his strength, but eventually, he got her to cave and eat with him. Class finally ended, and right when Peter was about to leave, Aldini sensei pulled him aside and forced him to clean up the classroom. Usually, Peter could get out of it but not today. There were piles of dishes everywhere, and all the counters had some sort of grime. Aldini sensei left Peter the keys before leaving with the students. Peter wasn't a fan of cleaning. He would much rather be stopping criminals right now. With scrubbing bubbles in his hand and a mask on his face, Peter got to disinfecting. It took at least an hour to finish.
Wiping his brow, Peter walked to his bag and snagged his camera, clicking buttons and twisting diodes as he accessed its memory. What was pulled up were three different images of a mutilated corpse. The first one showed a body face down surrounded by thick crimson blood. Several stab wounds could be seen on the body's back. The second one showed the body flipped over, missing its head, abdomen lacerated open, revealing the cavity as the body's intestines dangled down the side. The last one showed his decapitated head next to his body's feet. His chin was soaked in the blood, face lifeless and grey. There was red smeared lettering angled on all the pictures stating DEAD END.
*What the fuck* All of Peter's muscles flared, his heart pumped, his fingers went cold, and his pupils dilated.
"Hey there, Parker" came a melodic voice.
Turning around in small jerky movements, Peter saw Yuno's pink hair.
"Uhh, hey Gasai-san, what's up?" Peter asks as he lowers the camera. Every muscle in his body still flexing.
"You got a dead-end, right?" Yuno said her body perfectly neutral
"What did you say?" Peter said, his mouth thin.
"You got a dead-end," Yuno stated as she stepped towards Peter
"I'm gonna need you to start making sense fast." Peter took a couple of steps back.
"Petey, you have it wrong, I could never hurt you" Yuno's eyes softened, and her mouth formed a pout.
Peter inhaled. His Spider-Sense hadn't flared up once since he started talking to her. Yet, here he was, acting hostile to someone who hadn't even been a threat. Pete took several breaths, his muscles loosening on every exhalation.
"You were the person to my left. You're involved in this competition too." Peter took a couple of steps toward Yuno, his head hanging.
"Yeah, You actually looked really cool, all shadow-like, almost like something out of a comic book," Yuno said, looking at her feet.
"Who is supposed to kill me?" Peter asks
"I don't know, but my diary tells me that they're close," Yuno says. She stands straight, her eyes becoming slightly hazed.
"Then we need to go," Peter says, grabbing Yuno's left hand accelerating into a light jog.
The haze in Yuno's eyes quickly disappears as she can't help but cup her cheek with her free hand. The two start to jog until they get to the school exit. Peter lets go of Yuno's hand as he opens the door, nodding for her to continue as he studies the hallway they just left. He didn't see anything, but his gut was itching at him. Pete rejoined Yuno as they continued to jog a couple more blocks. He needed a secluded space where he could use his powers if needed. Hopefully, one where he could hide Yuno to keep her safe. Finally, Peter saw an abandoned construction site, opened the elevator, and held the door for Yuno.
Yuno pressed the button for the seventeenth floor, and the elevator whirled as it began to climb. Peter looked out of the unfinished elevator coming face to face with a tall, burly man with long orange hair. He was dressed up in Kevlar, covered up with a trench coat. The killer also had a large machete in his right hand. Peter walked to the button panel and clicked the button for the fourteenth floor.
"Why the fourteenth floor?" Yuno looks at Peter and tilts her head.
"I feel like there are more places to hide, should have more exits too," Peter says
The elevator dings open. Inside is a large common area with multiple half-finished rooms. The only light inside is the golden haze from the sun peeking through a few unfinished walls and windows. Tools and cables litter the ground. Peter takes Yuno into a room and shuts the door barricading it with his body. Peter looks back at Yuno to see that she is holding a knife. It has a slight silver gleam reflecting into his eyes.
"Where did that come from," Peter asks, blocking the glare with his hand
"I grabbed it from class. It's the one you used," Yuno answers, her posture stiff as she twirls the knife in her hands, grabbing the tip and gesturing the handle towards Peter.
"No, hold onto it. Only use it if you have to."
Peter presses his ear against the door. Meanwhile, Yuno looks at her features in the silver gleam of the knife. She drops it to the side, staring downcast at the ground. "Thud," a door vibrates. We can hear leather boots walking with a creak. Several doors begin opening as Peter slinks down into a crouch. There is a slight turn at the doorknob by Peter's head. Peter tightens his core and throws himself into the door, causing it to unhinge and land on the machete murder. They stare into each other's eyes, separated only by the wooden material. The criminal snarls as he frees one of his arms, a machete swinging wildly. Peter grabs the man's hand midswing squeezing slightly, causing a loud pop. Three screams in agony as Peter rolls off the door and holds a nearby plank. The teen measures the man before letting the plank fall on the man's head. Three becomes limp.
Peter tosses the door off of his unconscious pursuer and ties him up with a loose cable. Meanwhile, he had Yuno contact the police. Then, after he was confident they were safe, he rejoined Yuno in the room. She stood in the center of the room, clutching the knife in both hands, with it flat against her chest. Peter slowly approaches, matching Yuno's gaze.
"You're safe now," Peter says
Peter is right in front of Yuno, her body still as he wraps his hands around hers, taking the knife dropping it to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Peter says, his lips gently pursed, and his left brow arched upward.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Yuno says before she launches herself at him. Wrapping her arms around his midsection and resting her head on his sternum.
Peter stumbles backward. The scent of kiwi lingers in the air before Peter responds with a couple gentle pats. They stayed like that until the police arrived. After that, everything was a blur. Officers incarcerated three and brought the duo in for questioning. Eventually, the two were released. As the two hopped down the police station stairs, Yuno turns toward Peter.
"What do you say we grab a bite to eat?" Yuno asks with her hands behind her head.
"Ohhh no, I'm good, thank you," Peter says, his hands grasping his stomach, and as if on cue, it growls.
"I'll buy," Yuno hummed.
The two settled on a nearby ramen stand. It was a small shack, its only seats being four stools that lined the front. It was run by a gentle old man who constantly snapped the two Chesire grins. Peter ordered a Tonkotsu bowl, and Yuno ordered some Shoyu. Everything was friendly, nothing groundbreaking. They just talked about school, upcoming projects, teachers, classmates. They also begged the owner for his ramen recipe, so they could steal it for their Home economics class. Peter cut the hang-out short due to some distant sirens but not before trading numbers with Yuno. He told her to call him if she felt unsafe and ran away. The old man wasn't too happy that the boy ditched his date, but how would he know the teen jumped down an abandoned alley to change into the greatest superhero ever.
-Peter's apartment later that night-
"I'm home," Peter announced, opening the door to his bare apartment. Drenched in sweat.
Walking to the bedroom. Peter threw himself towards his futon. After a few minutes, Peter flipped over onto his back, now facing the ceiling. He took a sharp inhale through his nose.
"I should shower,"Peter jumps up
After a relaxing shower, we see Peter exiting his bathroom wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. His skin still contains tiny water droplets as he runs a towel through his hair. The teenager had spectacular muscle definition with the physique of an Olympic-level gymnast. However, there was a good reason the hero always wore baggy clothes.
*All things considered, today wasn't that bad.* Peter thinks
Releasing a vast yawn, Peter picks up his phone, flicking it open. His eyes adjusting to the white light. "PING," "PING," the phone drops, revealing a message.
YUNO
Sweety, you're so cute. I'm happy my Spider-Man waited to go on his evening patrol so he could have a date with me 3.