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"Talking"
*thoughts*
The Spider-Scrapbook
Chapter 2
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Peter laid on his futon staring at the ceiling, his left arm lazily thrown over his face blocking his vision. "BZZZZZT, "BZZZZZT" Peter's phone vibrates.
*Why me? * Peter contemplates.
Peter had received constant texts from Yuno throughout the night. He didn't know if it was because he helped save her, if she was crazy, or since she knew he was Spider-Man. But the young man did the logical thing and simply didn't reply, but he constantly woke up to read through every message to ensure she was safe. All of the texts were just her complimenting him or offering her support.
Yuno Gasai
I'm here for you if you need anything .
*, Do all girls text this much?* Peter questions
Letting a scratchy groan escape his throat, Peter scooches to the edge of his bed, rubbing his baggy eyes. Then, slowly standing as multiple bones and joints "CLANK," "POP." Releasing a yawn, he walks over to his closet. Inside we can see several school uniforms, a couple oversized dress suits, and Spider-Man's signature outfit. Peter packs his onesies in his bag before going to the bathroom. His hair was always a mess, but today, Peter was going to change that. His dark hair gripped and yanked as he ran a comb through it. The final touch was Peter licking his hands before slicking everything into place.
Afterward, Peter grabbed his camera and thumbed through some future pictures. Thankfully everything seemed normal, just dull school life. Peter rotated the camera around in his hands. Before setting it down, returning with a small kit. The photographer pulled out a cloth and a particular cleaning solution as he wiped the lens in a circular motion. Unfortunately, Uncle Ben's gift had become his Achilles heel. If this thing so much as had the lens crushed, Spider-Man would cease to exist. Who would want to live in a world without a Spider-Man? Well, quite a lot of people, actually, but that didn't change the fact that Deus had one fucked up sense of humor. After Peter was done, he grabbed his bag and stepped out the front door. For once, he wasn't going to be late for school.
Halfway to school, "Tink," "Tink," "Tink," The droplets started falling. Tokyo residents pull out their umbrellas and continue without pause. Peter just walked silently, cursing himself for forgetting again. He knew for a fact that if he remembered his umbrella, it wouldn't have rained at all on his way to school. But that's just the good ol Parker luck. Then as if on cue, The storm began hammering down in the distance. Peter wagered; he had a couple minutes before the downpour caught up to him as he picked up the pace to a run. This weather reminded Peter of his life. It seemed like everything was minor in the beginning hell; he was just a typical teenager who got powers. Too bad he didn't take anything seriously back then. But those mistakes had molded him. Now it seemed like he was always on the move from one thing to the next. He wondered when he accepted that this was his life. Some days it was like he was barely holding on, but that just came with being a hero, right? and as a hero, he would get through it. Too bad Peter had a category five hurricane named Yuno to worry about now. Would she blackmail him, toy with him? use him? or did she really just have a humongous crush on him? These thoughts were chasing after him, and eventually, they would catch up and wash the spider down the spout.
-At School-
Peter shuffled through the front door dragging water every inch of the way to his locker. A puddle was forming around him as moisture dripped down. His school clothes clung to him, hair matted down to his forehead. It was not comfortable, to say the least. Girlish giggling and snot-nosed remarks encased him.
"Parker!" came a familiar voice.
*This is just what I need right now* Peter groaned
Walking up to him was none other than Oji Kousaka, wearing a bastard smile striding up to him as a king would a peasant.
"What the fuck man, can't a nerd like you understand that water will make you wet" came his shrill voice.
Peter just hung his head. But, I mean, the jackass was correct water is, in fact, wet. Kousaka grabbed Peter's soggy shirt as our hero allowed himself to get dragged face to face with our bully. Pete clenched his fists.
"Listen when I'm talking to you, douchebag," Kousaka snapped. His eyes narrowed towards Peter.
*Morning school bell chimes*
"You got saved by the bell, Parker," Kousaka said before spitting on the ground, only adding to the puddle around Peter.
Releasing his grip, Kousaka began walking away, raising his arms slightly in an attempt to fake broader shoulders.
*That guy must be the most overused Manga/Comic story bully character ever* Peter thought, walking to his locker.
Inputting his combination, Peter came face to face with a note addressed "For my wet nerd 3" underneath was a bath towel and a male school uniform. The clothes had a comforting smell. He took everything to the bathroom so he could change. The uniform fit perfectly. It was almost as if it came from his closet.
Walking into class, the now dry nerd, wearing a pearly white dress shirt, made his way back to his corner. But not without noticing Yuno at her desk talking with a crowd of girls, a slight blush adorning her cheeks. Peter retreated to his seat, "ZIIIP." opened his bag, took out his phone, and sent a quick text.
Peter
Thank you
Setting his phone down on the wooden surface with an almost immediate "BZZT," he cautiously picked it up and flipped it back open.
Yuno
Anything for you xD
Glancing over, he faced the sweet smile. Peter gave a slight smirk in return. Yuno's face became rose as she turned to face the floor for several seconds. The pink beauty really did have an aura of sweetness around her. But, did she really like Peter? What could she hope to gain by crushing on him? He was Peter Parker. Eventually, our strawberry-haired girl went back to engaging her entourage. A few giggles were popping into their conversation now. Despite just how much of a question mark Yuno was, Peter still felt obligated to thank her. After all, Uncle Ben didn't raise an ill-mannered nephew. But, ha, he probably wouldn't hear the end of it if his uncle knew the situation.
Walking in came a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair. The teacher was missing his right arm from the elbow down. He stood at the front of the class and waved. Professor Curt Connors, the school's science teacher.
Professor Connors began his lecture. He always did a spectacular job at keeping Peter's attention. His smooth voice covering topic after topic. He taught everything from the values found in geology to the breakthroughs in biology. None of Peter's other teachers led with his kind of knowledge and enthusiasm. Professor Connors had no reference material simply relating the branches of science by heart. It almost made Peter want to become a teacher himself, but Peter had already resigned to join the workforce as soon as possible.
*School bell chimes*
Peter watched his classmates leave in droves as he laid his head on the cold wooden surface of his desk. Peter had just finished history. He chuckled; the fearless vigilante constantly faced all of his problems head-on, but this was different; it was personal. If Spider-Man made an enemy today, then the hero couldn't just hide behind a mask. Pete left through the door and continued down the hall with different scenarios circulating about how this conversation would go. He had to be prepared for anything.
The lunchroom had a freshly cleaned floor lined with rectangular metal tables, splintered wooden stools, and a row of chrome counters filled with food. Today's special was beef, rice, miso soup, and a carton of milk. Students stuffed the food into their faces as the hall filled with talking, bittering, and chuckling. Glancing over at a table in the center of the cafeteria, Peter saw the "Yuno squad" gossiping.
* It's now or never* Peter puffs out his chest
Mustering up the courage, Peter walked over to the table, and on approach, the girls became dead silent. Peter's dose of spider courage began evaporating and had all disappeared when those eyes met his—becoming the personification of overcooked ramen. He avoided further contact and glued his eyes to the floor with a bow.
"Gasai- San, I need to speak with you privately." The teenager said as he pivoted towards the door, looking down as he walked away.
The tables' mouths were agape and then "Thump" Thump," Each member of Yuno's entourage started adopting eyes alike to a childish drawing of a heart.
"Pete, you should know that you can talk to me at any time," Yuno Eeeped her face a mushy tomato. She grabbed her bag and rushed after him.
The lunchroom was filled with silence at the display.
Yuno followed Peter up the stairs and onto the roof. They walked over to the chain-link fence that lines the school's top, being careful to avoid the many puddles still around. Peter abruptly stopped, now looking past the chain-link wall and toward the city, the grey clouds encasing it. A fine mist lingered in the air before Peter spoke up.
"I'm sorry for embarrassing you, Gasai-San. I don't normally talk to girls," Peter said, rubbing his neck, still staring at the city.
"That's one of the things I like about you. You won't talk to just any old hussy; after all, you are a total geek". Yuno hummed, leaning back and forth on her toes.
*Don't let her adorable nature get to you* Peter chastises himself
"I have a question, Gasai-San," came a whisper as Peter's neck turns towards Yuno. His eyes were studying her shoes.
"What's wrong?" Came the now-iconic Yuno head tilt her mouth slightly parted
Peter Continuing in a death-hush, "How do you know who I am?
"I'm sorry, but I can't explain how I found out it's too embarrassing." Yuno simmered as she also became interested in her shoes.
"Then how am I supposed to trust you?" Peter asked
"Trust me? I want to help you," Yuno's head tilts slightly more.
"I can't believe you," Peter says, his eyes blank.
"Look then," Yuno says as she pushes her phone out towards peters face, her palms sweaty.
12:59 PM
*Peter just invited me to go to the roof with him. He seems embarrassed. I wonder if he's going to confess to me that would be soooo perfect*
"What" Peter's shoulders relax, and he meets Yuno's firm gaze.
"Scroll up," Yuno says
Peter tentatively takes Yuno's phone from her hands as he begins looking through the notepads messages.
2:59 AM
*Peter just got home from his patrol, he smells terrible haha, all that hard work, I think I'll thank him for the date we had today*
3:09 AM
*I sent the message to Peter, he dropped his phone. Why is his heart racing?"*
3:19AM
* Peter's just sitting on his mattress, looking at the floor. Why isn't he going to sleep?*
3:29 AM
*Peter keeps laying still. The only thing he does is look at my messages. I keep trying to comfort him. Why isn't this working?*
"What's this?" Peter says, blinking at the screen.
"This is my future diary, the future love diary," Yuno says, playing with her hair
"Future love?" Peter squints at Yuno
"It tells me what you are doing or feeling. It also lets me know if you're in danger or hurt." Yuno says as she wraps her hands around her phone, placing it back in her bag. There's a slight pause.
"Is your diary how you figured out that I'm Spider-Man?" Peter lifts one brow
"No, I've known that for a little while." Yuno rubs her hands together
All Yuno could hear was the stormy air. She couldn't tell if it was the temperature or the situation that was making her involuntarily shake. Peter could be so hard to read sometimes. Even with all of the times, she observed him. He always seemed to be in perfect control. Finally, after a few minutes passed with no response, she decides to continue.
"Peter, I knew you were sad all night. All I wanted was for you to understand that you are not in this alone. I feel so selfish. I wanted everything to be natural, but this stupid shitty game forced my hand, and I don't want to lose you. Of course, I don't expect you to trust me, but can you please give me a chance?" Yuno pleaded
" How do I know that you aren't just trying to use me to become a god?" He asked
"Why would I want to be a god when I can have you," Yuno stated
Peter took in a deep breath, running his hands in his hair before looking into Yuno with begging eyes
"How can I be certain that you won't reveal my identity?."
*This is what's been bothering you, Petey?* Yuno realizes her eyes widen.
"Competition" Came Yuno's response.
"Competition?" Peter puzzles. Still looking at her.
The environment shifts as the grey atmosphere turns black. Yuno's mouth thins, her usually perfect brows furrow, a gross smile, and sickening dark purple aura start swirling around her—the air was beginning to crush Peter, his lungs becoming compressed and his legs weak. Yet, despite all this sending his stomach deep. He never felt the dangerous ring of his Spider-Sense. Yuno start's speaking.
"The only reason you don't have a bunch of girls clinging to you right now is because of how awkward you are. If any one of them found out my Petey was Spider-Man, then I would have to deal with a bunch of bitches touching you with their disgusting nail-painted, feminine fingers. Trust me when I tell you that no one wants to protect your identity more than me, Sweety." Yuno's head cranked to an awkward angle
* I don't know what to do. How should I respond? *Peter internally screams as a healthy amount of sweat forms on his face.
"I uh, I'll think about giving you a chance, let's go back to class," Peter segued into a walk
Suddenly the dark disappears, the clouds open, and the beaming sun shines for the first time that day. Light reflects around Yuno in an angelic display. Peter began gasping as the air became breathable again.
"Okay, I'll walk with you." Came Yuno's melody.
Deciding to walk with Gasai-San back to class was not the best decision because when Peter entered the classroom, Yuno's entourage became a gabfest—immediately snagging the woman. Each member with a devious aura as they started endlessly inserted themselves into Yuno's love life. The average schoolgirl became a blubbering mess as the questions flew. The rest of the class wasn't much better as Peter heard students murmuring. At least Peter was standoffish enough that no one dared to approach him. Peter just sat there, resting his head on his palm. He tried his best not to listen to the questions Yuno was receiving, but he couldn't stop himself from being a little curious. "COUGH," "COUGH," Professor Connors managed to reign in the girls and start class.
Homeroom was actually a study hall. Students used it to finish homework or cram in some extra study time. Today though, it just became a continued social session filled with new PeterXYuno drama. Despite this, Connors wouldn't miss the chance to share his passion as he set up a chalkboard in the corner. Rapid writing and drawing screeched on the chalkboard as Connors spoke. Peter was the only one who decided to take part in this volunteer science session. Learning the fundamentals of cross-species genetics—obviously the perfect subject to lecture a high school student. Peter vibrated in his seat. The duo was bantering back and forth, discussing all the possibilities. Yuno, for her part, seemed content with a smirk on her face, clicking casually at her phone writing down every detail. Finally, it became time to leave, and Connors looked dejected to see Peter go.
Physical education was the last block of the day, a class that Peter and Yuno shared. Students filled the locker rooms changing into their shirts and shorts. Musk filled the air. After Peter changed, he joined his classmate on the rough track asphalt. Starting a stretching session was a woman in her mid-twenties. She wore a red tracksuit with a whistle draped around her neck and had a dazzling wedding ring on her left hand.
Her name was Mrs. Aishi. She almost always had a slight smile on her face. After the quick flexibility circuit, it was revealed by Mrs. Aishi that today's plan consisted of five laps around the track as a warm-up and then volleyball for the remaining time. Several groups bunched together. Not everyone was so leisurely, though, as a few dedicated students decided to run the laps, namely the athletic students, including Yuno.
On the other hand, Peter walked at the very back, his hands clasped behind his head, leaning with a slight angle, studying the sky. Pete decided he would ask his teacher if he could sit out today and rest while he walked. He really needed a nap and felt like he could fall asleep again. Thankfully Mrs. Aishi had an almost knowledgeable soft spot for Peter. So, of course, when he asked, she said yes.
Peter laid on the bleachers resting his head on his right hand and rested his left on his stomach. Yuno was in top form as always during volleyball; she served, slid, jumped, spiked, and scored. Yuno was spectacular, and with every point scored, she would drop a subtle yearning glance to the sleeping teen, which brought a constant chuckle to Mrs. Aishi's throat. Volleyball ended, and the students entered their respective locker rooms. Peter was nearly jumping into his school clothes. Once the end of school chimes sounded, our hero increased his hurry. His mind frazzled and his heart free. He slung his bag on and bolted, Only stopping for a quick drink of water at the fountain. Peter was in a rush. It was time to see Aunt May.
Peter jogged his entire trek, dodging citizens left and right. His bag was bouncing on his back. The rest of the world began blurring away until he eventually came across an enormous layered white building encased with windows and lined with green bushy shrubs. Arriving inside Aunt May's treatment facility, Peter sat down in the front lobby. The facility rarely allowed family into the Pt's rooms. Instead, they had a visitation center, an ample living space where ornate plants and shiny certificates decorated the wall and tons of tables scattered around, each with a different activity on them. Several people were there socializing with loved ones. Peter walked around the visitation area escorted by care staff. In the corner, we see where Aunt May was sitting. Her once beautiful hair had been shaved, revealing patchy, red blotchy skin and a lengthy parietal scar. Yet, she still wore a vibrant, soothing smile as Peter approached. Finally, Aunt May stopped working on the puzzle and turned to face him.
"Peter, I'm so happy you're here. I was worried you wouldn't be able to make it". Aunt May said.
"Of course, I came, Aunt May. How has this week been?". Peter exclaimed
"Ohhh, drab as normal, I can never tell what these people want from me," Aunt May babbled
Peter sat down next to her reaching down and grabbing her slightly wrinkled hand with a light squeeze.
"Well, someday, the treatment will be all done, and we can return to Queens. I know I definitely could go for a slice of New York Pizza." Peter suggested
"Ha-ha, that sounds great to me, dear, as long as it doesn't have any of those pineapples on it." Aunt May laughed
"May, I'm telling you just haven't had it done the right way…."
The two continued talking both had stretched toothy smiles. They worked on several puzzles together; most of them were familiar, but neither felt the need to say anything. Despite this, Peter, of course, always pretended to be easily stumped at the end. That was so his aunt could steal the glory. May knew, of course, but her nephew was sweet, so she didn't chastise him. They were perfectly content. Happy even that they could still have moments like this. Distracted by their fun, they had missed that the sun had started to lower, which brought a yellowish glow into the room.
"So, Peter, Do you have a girlfriend?" Aunt May smirks
"No, of course not. The only girl I need is you," Peter said he would have done a spit take if he had been drinking anything.
"Come on, I've known you for almost your entire life. I know your tells; there's not much gossip here, so spill the beans". May said
"Well, there is this one girl, but she's kind of crazy. So I'm probably going to cut her off. I don't need to deal with all that right now. Peter sighed
"You give this girl a chance. What girl in her right mind wouldn't be crazy for you?" May twirled a puzzle piece in her hands
"Can we talk about something else, please." Peter pleaded. He had his head on the table.
"Sure, but I expect Pictures of her next time you come" May giggled
"I'll Uhm, I'll think about it, speaking of pictures." Peter picks his head up
Peter pulls out his camera from his bag, pulling it up to face his aunt. She has a toothy smile, her right arm resting on the chair and the left propped up on her elbow with a puzzle piece in hand. "CLICK" Peter captures the moment.
"So, what would you want to do next, Aunt May."
"I'm done working with puzzles. Let's talk."
"I can do that. Have anything in mind?" Peter asks
The older woman stared into his eyes with an almost pleading look. She was gazing into his soul.
"How are you?" She stressed
"I'm fine. We should be more worried about you." Peter faked
"I'll be worried about who I want to be worried about, Peter; you live by yourself, you supply everything for yourself. I never hear you talk about any friends. The first person I've heard you talk about other than Ben is this girl, You walk around as if you carry the world on your shoulders, and I don't care how broad and strong you are. It would be best if you weren't alone right now".
Each word hit the teenager. It seemed she knew each and every one of his vulnerabilities, yet he bit his tongue hard. He can't crack now.
"I'll admit that I have been stressed." Peter downcast
Aunt May hissed a breath in before changing her expression, relaxing her facial muscles and shoulders.
"I think acknowledging you have a problem is half the battle."
"Excuse me, visitation hours are over," came the voice of a Man in scrubs
After unfocusing from his Aunt, Peter noticed the large room was vacant, with only a few families saying their goodbyes in distant voices.
"What did he say, Peter?" May asked
Peter sighed. "he said that it's time for me to go. I had fun, even with your lecturing". Then, Peter walked up to his aunt with a slight chuckle, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"Until next time?" Peter said.
"Until next time, but don't think I'm done lecturing you." His aunt pointed
"Haha, Love you, Aunt May," Peter says, releasing his hug
"I love you too, dear." Aunt May waves
Peter grabbed his bag and left the building. He needed some air. Walking through the city, he arrived at one of his favorite spots. The Nihonbashi hotel, an older skyscraper with an older stone design but had a fantastic view. By the time he arrived at the roof, the sun had almost entirely retreated as he hung over the edge of the roof, his feet dangling. He stared at his most recent picture. "ZIIIIP" Peter opened his bag before grabbing a binder. Opening it, he looked at an array of images before settling on one that was crinkled, each of its corners bent. It was Uncle Ben. Ben Parker was a bear of a man dressed in a plaid button-up and denim jeans. He was hoisting up Peter on his shoulders. A Ferris wheel and cotton candy stand in the background. He held the recent picture of Aunt May and the old photograph of Ben side by side.
A few hours had passed. It was dark, and the silver smog of Tokyo continued to fill Peter's lungs as he laid on the skyscraper staring skyward. Then, he purged his thoughts, stood up, and the world, at last, had color. Bright neon lights encased him, each dancing with the other. Various windows and materials reached the clouds. Looking down, Peter could see a sea of people, each one with a unique story. The view brought everything into perspective. Could every problem be as small as the people were?
"Now or never," He declared.
Peter stripped, placing his clothes in a bag, sighing as he felt the familiar material on his skin. Gripping his mask, he took a sharp inhale as Peter Parker and a lengthy exhale as Spider-Man. Going through his quick checks, The Hero walked over to the side of the building before dropping his bag, letting it start to plummet. Now gripping the ledge, he planted himself to the wall, sprinting down the shear surface. Catching up to his belongings, "THWIP," they became secured. Jumping, he reached out his hand in the signature gesture "THWIP," grappling onto the building and then onto the next.
*Insert Spider-Man theme song*
Mid swing Peter starts to hear his phone ringing. Rotating 180 degrees to pivot on his left arm Spidey starts to swing in reverse as he flips open his phone.
"Spidey's world-famous pizzeria where you can buy one pie for the price of two and get the second one free."
"Why do I work with idiots" Came a feminine voice
Launching himself the side of a business with a "THUNK," Spidey releases his hands and stands. A few office workers still present start running up to snap some pictures. Our hero finally responds.
"Yuri Watanabe, I knew you didn't want me, and I quote, to actually stay away." Came the hero's poor voice reenacting
"Listen, I have an important job for you. We have news of a new big bad in town. She's vicious, and I need you to help me find her hideout," -Watanabe informs
"Depends. What's in it for me?" Spider-Man jested, pacing the length of the window.
"I don't put a cap in your ass. Look, there are reports of a deal going down on 1500 kojunsha street, and my departments are busy. You in?" Yuri states agitated
"Of course, I'm in. When have I ever not been in?" Spider-Man asked
"Whatever, just be careful," Yuri chastised.
"Awwww, you do have a heart," Spider-Man gushes.
*Click*
"She hung up on me!"
Whipping his head over towards the glass, Spidey sees an office filled with gawking workers. Giving a quick thumbs-up, he leaps away, heading towards his new destination. His heart was thumping in his chest with excitement.
Slinging onto a nearby abandoned building, Spider-Man meets his prize. An old fireworks factory two stories tall made utterly of brick, concrete, and glass. Multiple windows were busted, revealing discolored jagged glass. There was a Semi truck with a trailer backed into the oversized garage in the rear of the facility. Shadows labored inside, hauling multiple crates. Spidey met the ground in a tactical roll as he crouched toward the building. Peeking inside through the yellowish transparent pane, he counted eight goons. Scaling to the second story, our hero entered through a broken pane. He adhered to the ceiling of the dimly lit complex, crawled towards the center, and glanced down.
"What does boss lady plan to do with all these old fireworks?" Came the gritty voice of a burly man.
"Knowing her, it has to involve blowing something sky high." So came the higher-pitched response of his leaner partner.
"Obviously, but blow up what?" Burly man rebutted
*Spider-Man theme song rings*
Panicking, our costumed man pulls back his waistband, revealing the cause of the commotion; Yuno Gasai glowed in his face with a blinding light. Finally stopping the tune with a " Click," A spotlight soon beamed at his location.
"Damnit, any chance you guys want to just go back to whatever it is you were doing?" Spidey questioned.
"BANG" "BRRRM, " "BRRRRRM, " BANG" reverbed his response
"I don't suppose that's a, yes?" Our intruder said before expertly somersaulting all over the ceiling.
Noise filled the room, people charged, and webs "THWIPPED." After landing, The Red and blue blur sidestepped the cold steel slice of a katana. "POW" came one to the ground—the sword clanking. Muzzles began to flash, and Casings started to fly as three more appeared. Mr. Amazing started Flipping and flopping. "THWIP," "THWIP. " Two criminals collided. "SMACK," the other punted into a pile of crates. Smoke filled the air as the Semi roared to life. Eighteen tires were screeching out the exit. But before the chase could begin, four more goons blocked the garage exit. The floundering four sprinted at Spider-Man. Front flipping over them, He fired four web lines in rapid succession. Two lucky people found themselves launched upwards, dangling from the roof. The next had his face meet concrete with a roundhouse kick, and the last never even got to our hero as his feet became glued to the concrete floor. Spider-Man ignored the stuck man who was still actively swinging at the air with a wooden bat. "THWIP, " THWIP" a line placed on both sides of the garage nestled safely on the brick. Spidey began back-peddling, his legs strain as the web tension increased before launching himself like a missile.
Outside, a Semi was spotted barging through traffic, weaving left and right, cutting through intersections. Spider-Man swung from building to building until he was close enough to the moving vehicle that he aimed for the trailer's rear corner. "THWIP," he yanked, jetting himself onto his racing target with a "THUNK."
"Not bad, Spiderman." Came an unknown voice.
Looking at him was a bombshell figure wrapped in tight leather that left little to the imagination accessorized by white boots and gloves. Her face had a slim black mask showing glowing violet eyes and long flowing purple hair. She appeared to be in her early twenties.
Spidey pointed at her. "Wait, it's actually Spider-Man."
Her brows furrowed. "That's what I said, moron."
The spandex-wearing adrenaline junkie adopted a know-it-all stance "Actually; it's Spider-Man you forgot the hyphen. Also, please capitalize the M in Man".
Not affording our hero an answer, the unknown woman launched herself at him with claws jutting out of her white gloves. In response, our hero performed an Olympic level backbend before kicking her away. Next, the woman used a back handspring to regain her balance. Then, she slid towards him, attempting to swipe his footing as Spider-Man webbed over a passing traffic light, rotating and landing back on the trailer before shooting his formula at her, managing to catch her right foot.
"EWWWWW, what is this shit? Does this come out of you?" The woman tugs at her leg.
"Man, I really wish it did. But wait, I didn't mean it like that. Peter raises both of his hands defensively.
She was hissing as she slices at the gunk giving herself freedom. She launched a grappling hook at the wall-crawler. Only for him to catch it
"Ha," He seemed pleased.
Taking this opportunity, the woman pulled hard, propelling herself forward delivering a brutal knee to the teen's chin. Stumbling a few steps, Spidey returned at her with a right hook at her midsection, causing her to skid across the vehicle, claws grinding on the roof. The two then charged at each other as the woman sent a barrage of scratches at Spider-Man, who rhythmically dodged. Left, Left, Left, Right, Down, Up, Down, Left, Spider-Sense was like having the cheat codes to a video game. The woman was boiling. Nothing she was doing seemed to work. This superhero just moved with a fluidity that even her hyper-trained martial arts could not match. Finally, deciding to leap back, she whipped out a phone, her face lit up as she scanned the screen.
"Ummmm, I don't think I've ever had someone pull out a phone on me mid-fight. Am I that boring, or is your boyfriend slash girlfriend just that important?"
"Haha, I got you now!" The lady shrilled.
"Am I missing something?" Spider-Man asked.
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The woman took one last charge at our vigilante; as his arm became grappled, the female pivoted on her hips—"CRUNCH. " Right through the trailer roof, the hero landing into a crate. Well, sometimes you could still die even with cheats enabled. UHHHHH looking around, Peter realized he landed in a splintered mess of wood and gunpowder.
"Well, this has been fun." She said, tossing down a small frisbee at Spider-Man's feet. Then, disappearing from the view caused by the Spider-Man-sized hole.
"SWISH," an electrical discharge released. The woman jumped off the truck. Then, before she could impact the ground, she fired a grappling hook at a nearby fire escape. Spider-Man jumped out of the hole in the trailer as his opponent acrobatically scaled a building. A signature gesture filled his hands, and then nothing.
"What the fuck? Was that a small EMP? She has a small EMP. I want a small EMP. So, where's my EMP?" Spidey pouted as the woman vanished
The Semi truck came to a complete stop due to the gadget's previous discharge, and Spider-Man had the driver all tied up by the time police arrived. After giving the police a brief report, he received a text.
Yuri Watanabe
Good work today. We have the criminals from the warehouse in custody, and we stopped the perp from getting a supply of gunpowder from an abandoned fireworks factory. Speaking of the perp, I heard you had a run-in with the Black Cat.
Spider-Man
Black cat, huh. Yeah, I had a run-in with her. It was more of a beat down, though.
Yuri Watanabe
For her, or you?
Spider-Man
Me :c
Right as the wall-crawler was about to leave, we hear one last "BZZZZT."
Yuno Gasai
That hussy is lucky that I wasn't there with a knife. Who does she think she is dressing like a whore in front of my innocent Petey?
*Why me?* Peter internally screams.
After Spidey recollected himself, he formed his hands up to web sling and still nothing. So yup, EMP's kind of fry electronics and his spare web-shooters were in his bag on the side of the Nihonbashi hotel. Our hero let his shoulders drop as he began a walk of shame.
Sakae Esuno was an average businessman. He was away from his family on a trip to talk to a neighboring branch of the company. With any luck, he might even get promoted. This thought helped drive him to prepare for some crucial last-minute meetings. He cleaned himself up, shaved, and got dressed in a layered suit. He left his room with a large sleek black suitcase. Walking down a carpeted hall, he then decided to click an upward-facing elevator. "DING" in his path was a red mask with an intricate webbing design and comical white eyes. The figure stood there, his right hand holding his left, showing off his chest's substantial white spider design. Maybe the hotel was hosting some anime convention? The costume slowly scooched over to his left, allowing space for the businessman. Cautiously walking in, he clicks the circle labeled 32.
"That's a nice Spider-Man outfit you got there, young man." Came the deep-voiced man.
"Ohhhh, thanks, I made it myself." Then came the other's lighter tone.
The elevator started to ascend. Peter places his hands on his legs approximately where pockets would be if he had been intelligent enough to make a suit with pockets. Then, he starts swaying back in forth.
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"That's uh nice suit you got there," Peter voiced
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"Thank's I bought it," Came the low pitched response
"Ding" "Fwoosh" the door slid open
"This is my stop." Walked out the businessman
"Cya," Peter says with a wave before he reached over and pressed the close button
Spider-Man finally arrived on the roof. Now flipping over the ledge, Spidey crawled to his bag and sat against the glass. He took out a vial from his belt filled with a green acidic-looking substance and seared away the webbing securing his bag. Next, "ZIIIIP" Spidey pulled out two older-looking web-shooters. Ensuring they seemed to be in working order and had web fluid, he unclasped and replaced the now damaged shooters. Then, standing, he took one test squeeze on both sides. "THWIP," "THWIP. " Then Spider-Man performed a leap of faith and swung home but not without causing a particular businessman to spill his coffee in the middle of an important meeting.
Arriving home, our hero immediately crashes, earning a well-deserved rest.
See you guys next time in chapter 3 (Cosigner) xD