Hello, this will be my first ever fanfic! I've wanted to create one for over a year now. I'm not sure how this will go honestly my writing is improving but could be so much better. I would love some feed bad on what to fix or what you're enjoying or not, please tell me! I will answer questions, though I'm not sure if it'll be at the bottom or top. Anyways without further stalling, hope you enjoy!

PS, Spider-Man is my favorite character above all fictional characters. -

Chapter 1

It was morning in New York City, getting close to when the streets would be crowded with citizens going about their day. An elderly man wandered into an alleyway, perhaps looking for a shortcut.

A sketchy looking man saw him walk into the alley and followed him. He approached him shouting "Wallet old man!" , while pulling out a knife. "Please, I hardly have any money. It's not worth it!" The old man claimed. "You gotta have something valuable. Give it up." He pushed him to the ground looking at his hands. "Look at that! What a lovely ring. I bet I could get something for this!" "Please don't take that I...I." "Oh shut it!"

"Hey!" A voice called out. "Do you know what manners are?" The criminal turned around to see a skinny red and blue figure looking at him, sticking to the wall.

"Your that spider guy!" He said.

"Very observant of you. Now, how about you leave him alone?"

"You think I'm scared of you? You look ridiculous man!"

Spider-Man shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I did warn you." He shot out a web line pulling the mugger's leg, tripping him.

"So how about you behave until the cops come?" The mugger tried running away shaking the web off. More webs wrapped around both his legs, thwarting his escape.

Spider-Man approached the elder man helping him back on his feet. "Are you alright sir?" He asked. "Yes, thank you son." The elderly man replied.

"I think you should avoid dark alleyways from now on, huh?"

"I suppose so. I remember when these streets were safer and young men like yourself were not so rare to meet. You should be proud of what you're doing!" The man replied gratefully.

"Thanks, would you like a swing to your destination?" "No, actually I was just taking a walk outside you know?"

"Oh well, I better get going, got school. It was nice meeting you, sir!" He swung off into the distance on his way to school.

LATER

Class starts in ten minutes, I got more than enough time Peter Parker thought taking off his Spider-Man costume putting it on top of a rooftop which was not accessible to anybody who lived inside the building. Peter had been using this spot for about three months after his costume was almost seen in his bag.

Peter was glad that he was not late for school. Yesterday he just got there after class had begun. Being Spider-Man took its toll on Peter's "normal" life. Despite that fact, a wise man had made him understand an important lesson about responsibility. It was hard for Peter, but he knew that was his burden to bear.

Peter walked across the street looking at his school, Midtown High. This was his third year there. Shortly after entering the building he saw his best friend, Harry Osborn.

"Hey Pete," Harry said after seeing Peter approach him.

"Hey Harry," Peter replied. "Did you remember to study for the math test?" Peter's eyes shot wide open. "Oh gee, I completely forgot. I, uh got occupied with something else."

"You'll be fine, your too much of a genius to fail," said Harry.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." smiled Peter.

Peter noticed his crush Liz Allen across the hallway, looking a bit unhappy. He wondered what was wrong, it was unusual for her to be upset. Harry saw who Peter was looking at. "Before you ask, I don't know what's up with her. Actually, this might be your chance, Pete."

"Come again?" Peter questioned.

"Come on, think about it. She could need a guy right about now."

"Nope. No way she'll want me to comfort her. She's too popular for that. I'm sure Flash, Hobie or whoever already's going to comfort her. Besides we better go to class."

"Whatever," Harry said.

They walked off to class ignoring Liz. Peter did feel bad about not doing anything, but he was being honest with what he said.

After getting into class Peter could not stop thinking about Liz. Could this really have been the chance he'd been waiting for all these years? And he'd blow it over what? Fear? It seemed ridiculous since he fights crime for a living! She was all he could think about through the whole morning until lunchtime.

Coming down with Harry into the lunchroom, Peter had made his decision. "Alright Harry, you win, I'm going to go talk to her."

Harry looked like he wanted to get up and cheer. "Finally! Get over there before you change your mind!"

Peter walked over towards her table wondering what was worse criminals or his crush. Oddly, approaching her was the hardest thing he'd done in months.

Peter gulped. "Uh, hi Liz." She and her friends looked at Peter. "Hey, Peter."

"Are you alright? I saw you looking upset earlier." He had been in many of her classes, so he had talked with her before. Though pretty much only in class, and even it was hardly at all.

"It's nothing. Just something dumb, alright," she replied.

"Sorry I just thou-"

"It's fine Parker. I'm flattered you were concerned about me." Peter just smiled and walked away unsure of how he should be feeling.

"How did it go?" Harry asked after Peter returned. "Fine, I guess. Honestly, I don't really know if I did something stupid or not." "Meh." Harry shrugged. "You did great."

"You could hear?"

"Yeah, of course, I could." Peter found this unlikely but did not question Harry about it. He just brushed it off as him being supportive. "Hey how about ya come over after school for a celebration for growing a pair and talking to her. Dad's having a meeting with Wilson Fisk and Mom is on a trip. We'll have the whole place to ourselves! Maybe you could even stay over for the weekend."

"Sure. I'll just ask Aunt May if I can go after we have supper."

"Sounds great!"

Later

After getting out of school and seeing Harry go off home, Peter went back towards the building where he stashed his costume. He checked to make sure nobody saw him enter the alley or more importantly climb up the building. This was a routine for him at this point. Every day after school he suited up to patrol the streets before getting home. He looked out upon his city, before shooting out a web line to a nearby building.

I still don't know how to feel about Liz. Better try to talk with her again on Monday. Maybe it'll be alright. Nothing bad is happening in the city, maybe I can have some time off and just hang with Harry, Peter thought swinging from building to building. He felt like web swinging was the perfect time to have alone time and just think about life, along with having an amazing view.

Peter could hear police sirens in the distance, unknown to him of how many there were. Me and my big mouth. Every time! He hurried off, following the police.

Reaching the source of the commotion he sat on a rooftop looking down at the police. He could see they were pinned down by gunmen backing up their vehicles to provide cover. He quickly jumped down firing webs at their weapons, trying to stop the gunman. Peter kicked one swiftly in the chest knocking him down, as the others were trying to get the webbing off. Peter could now see they were robbing a jewelry store and there was still one more person inside walking out.

"Hey! Are you new here? This is my neighborhood, so how about you give up?" The man just threw an object at him. Peter simply dodged it but could still feel his spider senses ringing. He got hit in the back of his head, which confused him.

"How do ya like that! Special boomerangs that I control!" The man said proudly.

"Thanks for telling me." Spider-Man webbed his hands and ran at him kicking him back into the store. He tried throwing his boomerang at him again, but Peter was ready now. He jumped out of the way and swung his webbing at it smashing it into the wall.

"Nice tech. Where'd you get it?" Peter asked.

"I won't tell you anything!"

"How original. How about I make you talk?" He said approaching his defeated enemy.

"The Kingpin! He gave me this tech!"

"So he's real? Huh, interesting I read about The Kingpin Of Crime. I thought he was just a legend."

"I swear that's all I know! Don't kill me!"

"Wait? Did you really think I was serious? That's hilarious!" Peter webbed his hands and swung away as the police entered the store.

Kingpin huh? Some crime boss gives a guy like that tech, it can't be a good sign, Peter thought swinging back home. That felt way too easy. Something else is going on here. An idiot like that does not do that alone. Kingpin or not, someone else is behind this, and I feel like they're just getting started