Word from the author: If you've flipped to this chapter and are currently reading this, I'd like to thank you for supporting

If you've flipped to this chapter and are currently reading this, I'd like to thank you for supporting me in my first fic that is adequately long.

"Holy smokes! Am I seeing things? I must be dreamin' or something cause there's no way, and I say /no/ way that this could be real. Spiderman? This close? Cool!"

Parading up and down the street, arms waving madly in the air, Connor roughly resembled a lunatic. Actually, he didn't roughly resemble a lunatic, he looked /exactly/ like a lunatic. Considering that Spiderman wasn't even visible, seeing that he was up on one of the buildings, waiting for the kid to calm down.

When the boy was finally finished with his ranting and managed to compose himself, which took at least 10 minutes, Spiderman swung down again in his signature upside-down manner. "Ready to hear what I have to say?" A reply came quickly from the ecstatic Connor. "Ready?! Am I ever! Wait till I tell all my friends this."

Creating a nest of webbing for himself, Spiderman sat down comfortably and began to recount his story.

"To start off with, you are not going to tell any of your friends this. But, that's beside the point. Some weeks ago, when I fought Chimera I discovered something very important. It never got out into the news, quite frankly, because I decided to keep this information to myself. Chimera was the creator behind all the power suits, including the one Scorpion wore, known especially for the acid which spews forth from the tail. Upon defeating the crazed scientist, I managed to take a look around his laboratory. The technology there was spectacular, I mean, nothing that anyone could describe. However, one thing in the room attracted my attention."

"That thing was a vacuum tight glass cylinder, located in the center of the room. Upon seeing what was inside it, I deduced that this is where all the suits are put together. And peering inside, I saw none other than a suit, identical to the one I'm wearing, only instead of being red with webs; it was pure white with webs. Breaking upon the container, I inspected the various gizmos Chimera managed to put on the thing. I noticed the adhesive on the hands and feet, which allowed the wearer to stick to walls, and the web canisters."

"Now these web canisters were something beyond the ones outfitted upon my suit. Rather than having one on each arm, they had two. Simply by looking at one of the canisters, I realized that one matched the ones I have, but the other, it was something quite on its own. Firing it, the webbing exploded upon contact with whatever it hit. Taking the suit back to my lab, I analyzed the ingredients, and began to concoct some of my own 'explosive webbing'. But as I was checking out the suit in my own lab, I noticed something else."

"The whole material of the suit actually enhanced the wearer's strength, giving them 'super strength', for lack of better words. In all ways, this suit would make the wearer /exactly/ like me, only without my sixth sense. But amazingly enough, the wearer of the suit had some extra advantages. Upon even /further/ analysis, there appeared to be some kind of fiber mixed into the material, which would make it imperious to bullets, and an x-ray enhancement for the eyes, allowing it to see through walls with a gentle tap on the side of the mask. If I hadn't discovered Chimera at the time I did, and he managed to find someone willing to wear that suit, I would've been in some deep trouble."

"Deciding that I had a pretty good find in my hands, I went to Madame Web. I doubt you know who /she/ is, but that's a good thing. She told me that I had to find you. Which, in conclusion, is why I'm here. Madame Web also told me that the suit is yours. Don't ask me questions concerning why or how, just think that you've just been recruited by Spiderman."

With that, Spiderman finished his lengthy story, shooting himself another strand to hang upon. Connor, on the other hand, was absolutely, positively, entirely /dumbstruck/. Here was his role model, his dream, and his wishes laid out before him on a golden platter. He meets Spiderman, /and/ he's going to be his sidekick. Woohoo was the first thing that crossed his mind when he finished his story, obliterating all questions that he had squirreled away while Spiderman was talking. "So," Spiderman asked, "You're okay with this?"

"Okay with this?!" Connor started, sounding as though he was about to disagree. "Okay with this, I'm more than okay with this. I'm /thrilled/ with this, and if there are words that describe an excitement more than thrilled, then that's what I am. Incase you haven't realized, I am /so/ your number one fan. I mean, you're /so/ cool!"

"Whatever," the superhero replied. What was Madame Web thinking, making my apprentice my number one fan? "Next stop, my house. There, we'll have to deal with some other issues concerning you becoming a-" A split second pause, followed off by an intentional cough, "Superhero." So what if our web slinging, wall climbing, villain fighting superhero wasn't in his cheeriest of moods? After all, he just had to deal with yet /another/ Hobgoblin. Like weeds they were, popping up every time he thought he finished them off.

Extending a hand to Connor, Spiderman shot up some webbing and began swinging down through the streets at a speed Connor didn't believe was possible. The wind rushed past him, as they made it through downtown New York. Just like in the dream, Connor was thinking, before Spiderman swung, arched his back, and landed neatly next to a plain-looking house. "Home sweet home," was his only comment, before entering and leading the way to his room.

Once inside, Spiderman opened up his closet, revealing a set of normal clothes. Connor, on the other hand, was busy walking around the room in a dream state, totally dazed at his amazing fortune. "Whoa, your room is /so/ cool!" But of course, it wasn't that cool, just a normal bedroom. To Connor, anything to do with this guy was the neatest though. As the boy made his way around the room, he noticed some pictures of Peter Parker, that famous photographer who managed to nab all those photos of the villains, and the occasional photo of Spiderman. All of his pictures were great though. "Why do you have pictures around your room of a reporter?"

Before he could get his question answered, a red glove yanked on Connor's arm, and he was dragged inside the closet, past the normal clothing, past the Spiderman suits, and into pitch darkness. "Huh? Why are we in a closet Spiderman?"

Spiderman thought two thoughts at the same time. The first thought was that Connor was irritating. Can't he just have some patience, and pay attention to me while I'm trying to show him so important stuff? The second thought was that he hid his lab entrance pretty darn well if the kid was confused as to where he's going. Tapping his foot into the corner of the closet, and reaching up to push a concealed button, the door opened to reveal a spiral staircase, with a bright light coming from below. "Now don't touch /anything/ I don't tell you to, okay?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, sure. Don't touch anything at all," Connor replied absent-mindedly. What was on his mind was how Spiderman had opened up that door. From where he was, it just looked like Spiderman had stuck his arms and legs at weird angles and the door opened. Making his way down the staircase, Connor slowly stopped spacing out and began to space in. "Don't touch anything," he thought to himself out loud. "You don't want to ruin your chances."

The staircase opened up to a room of moderate proportions. Not astoundingly large, but sufficiently big enough. Spiderman led the way through the lab, until he reached a metal cupboard. While he fiddled away at the locks, Connor looked around at the various computers and machines. Some of the functions of the machines were obvious; the one in the corner with the canisters in it was obviously the web making device, and the one next to it with a single canister and some lasers pointed at it was obviously the machine to analyze the explosive webbing.

"Finally," Spiderman said. Connor turned his head around to look at the cabinet. Only now it was open, and inside it was none other than the other suit, pure white with black webbing, and a black spider in front.

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