Hello hello! As of writing, it is currently February 3. Depending on when it's released, well, we'll see what happens!

Oh, and for those asking, Jaune's mom is based on her character from JPDE. Why? Because it was an extra that could be considered canon, or not canon (But in this case, it is.) Why? because the character is, very, very neat. I like them But don't expect too much of her.

So brace in for something amazing.

RWBY belongs to Roosterteeh

Spider-man belongs to Marvel, Stan Lee, and Steve Ditko.


'Ugh... My... head... H-Hey! What's going on?'

Peter looked around, trying to get a sense of his surroundings. But, something felt off. Incredibly so. Seeing that well... he was back in Queens. Or at least, Midtown High. He noticed the lockers, everything. It was all familiar. But, something felt off. Incredibly so. For example... When he looked down, he noticed that he was wearing his spider-man suit. The one Mr. Stark had made for him. Sure, he liked it and all, but it just was all about Tony Stark.

'Mr. Stark... If only you could see me now.'

"Why don't I kid?"

"Wait, what?" Peter turned around, seeing Iron man fly out of nowhere, before landing in front of him. "Mr. Stark! Oh man, do I have something to tell you!" Peter got closer to Tony, before... Iron Man grabbed Peter and punched him in the face.

"Sorry kid. Hate to see it, but you've worn your usefulness."

"G-Gah! W-What? Why? What are you talking about?" Iron Man then shot a repulsor beam at Spider-Man, sending him away, before falling at the feet of... Captain America? "C-Cap? Y-You gotta help me, Mr. Stark's gone insane and-" Then, Spider-man felt himself getting hit hard in the face with Captain America's shield. Before falling to the floor. Shakily looking upward, seeing... The Avengers? All of them. With their weapons raised at him. "W-What did I do...?"

"It's pretty simple kid. You failed. And you're still falling as we speak." Iron Man then grabbed Peter's mask, before ripping it off of his face. "I mean, look at you! I made you a super high-tech suit, and what happened? Well, you lost it. Broken, shattered to pieces. And now, what kind of suit is that?"

"It's a suit... I made it. And what do you mean I f-failed?"

"Well, let's tally your score so far." Peter then looked behind Mr. Stark, seeing... a T.V. screen came up from behind him, before blinking, now seeing that he was tied up in a student's chair. Before vents began to unfold.

"First on the chopping block. Liz Allen." The screen flickered, showing the interactions Peter had with her. "Such a nice girl. You liked her, didn't you? And what happened?"

"Her dad was The Vulture. I had to stop him. I saved him!"

"Did you? I mean, what happened afterward? Arrested, and then what? Her entire life was ruined. She had to leave Midtown High because now everyone knew her dad was a supervillain. And why? All because of spider-man."

"No!" Peter began to struggle, before feeling the restraints slowly grow tighter on him."N-No...!"

"Next up. Our fight with Thanos. You could've done so much more kid. You have the potential, don't you? isn't that the exact reason I wanted you to be an avenger? And now, what happened? You died. YOU FAILED!" Iron Man screamed at him, with Peter slowly beginning to struggle to breathe. "And now... you're in some different world. With different people. How many people have you lied to so far? Let's count. Ruby. One of your closest friends and you can't bring yourself to tell her that you're spider-man. Yang. Same case as Ruby. Blake, Weiss. Who else? Nora, Ren, and... Pyrrha. A person who chooses to respect you as a team leader, and you can't trust her back. What if..." The vision of Pyrrha began to dissipate, as Peter could only watch.

"NO! PYRRHA!"

"Shame. Another person your little persona took away. Whos' next?"

"I DON'T KNOW! WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT FROM ME!" Peter screamed, at this point, tears began to swell in his eyes.

"I mean, let's be honest. Is any of this real? Is Remnant a real place? I mean, Cardin died because of you. you couldn't stop him. Or save him. Now what? Who's next?"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"I WANT AN ANSWER PARKER! WHO ELSE IS GONNA GET HURT!"

Peter then quickly shot up, lightly screaming.

"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW!" Peter screamed, barely being able to breathe. He was... having a panic attack. As he struggled to grab onto something, he felt something grab him, he panicked, before turning to see that what was grabbing him was... Pyrrha. Accompanied by Ren, and Nora.

"What's going on Peter?"

"Can't... breathe..."

"It's alright. We've got you." Ren spoke, as Peter's breathing slowly got more and more relaxed, before finally returning to normal.

"Ugh... S-Sorry about the scare guys. R-Really."

"No way, our team leader needs us, and we're here!" Nora confidently spoke, before hugging Peter even tighter.

"What was that about anyway Peter? You... seemingly were screaming about something you don't know."

"Peter. Are you okay..? Is there... something you haven't said yet?" Pyrrha softly spoke, grabbing Peter's hand.

'It's... soft. I... I...'

"Yeah. There is something I haven't said yet. Something-" And as always, Peter was cut off. It wasn't exactly the middle of the night. It was more around 8 A.M. z" Ah... dammit."

"Hey, you can talk to us whenever. Okay?" Pyrrha said, gripping Peter's hand harder. As he looked at her, he slowly felt his heartbeat begin to go down. Relaxing.

"Thanks... Anyways... ugh... we might as well get to class. Right?" Peter spoke, trying to put a smile on his face. But clearly, something was surely bothering him. And so, the day began off on a rather tragic note.


As team PLNN walked through the halls, they began to see more and more flyers getting ready for the Vytal Festival. And a sense of dread began to hit Peter. As he tried to reach for the flier, he...

'G-Guh... What? Spider-sense? Why now? I'm at Beacon, I've... gotta be safe. Or...'

Peter took his hand away from the flier and felt his spider-sense begin to fade.

'Okay... so is this whole Vytal Festival what's triggering the spider-sense? Hmm... Alright. Enough. I've gotta get my priorities on track. I've... gotta start figuring a way out of here. But... Maybe I shouldn't leave. Remnant has nobody to help it out. I...'

"Hello...? Hello? Is anybody there?"

"AH!" Peter was caught off-guard, before turning and seeing that... the person who caught him was "AH... Weiss. Sorry about that, you kinda scared me for a second there. I was just... Checking out the Vytal Festival Poster? That sure is coming pretty soon, right?"

"Well, more or less. But it's still a few months away. Give or take. Now come on, we've still got class. And unlike the rest of your team, you've always got a knack for arriving late."

"Ha... sorry about that. Alright, I'm going I'm going..." Peter sighed, before quickly grabbing the flier. For... later.


Peter looked around the class, seeing that unfortunately, he was late to class, along with the rest of his team. Another setback was that there was no back-to-back seating... So, I had to do something, which was... sit alone, or with someone like Weiss. Considering that Weiss currently hates him, well... this can't go well. So, with no other choice, he sat down next to Weiss. Opened his notebook, and tried his hardest to ignore her.

"Ahem."

"..."

"Hey, Peter. Looks like you always seem to be coming late to class."

"I... Guess I have a knack for that. But trust me, I've been trying to stop it."

"Happy to hear that."

'Hmm... Something about Weiss is a bit more... Well, she's not as icy as when I first met her. Either she's slowly becoming a nicer person... Or Ruby is starting to drive her insane... The second option seems like a more reasonable guess. That's for sure. She has a nice laugh too. I think she mentioned how she either is or used to be a singer.'

"Say, I've got a question. How come you're not sitting with your team?"

"Well, I'm starting to like spending time with them, but not in this class. Seeing as this is a class regarding dust, I would like to keep my focus. But when I sit next to Ruby, I usually don't pay attention to the class."

"Heh... When it comes to Ruby, I'm not all that surprised. Anyways, I'll try my best not to distract you."

"Thank you." As the class continued, the two were observed by... Jaune. Who still had a difficult time adjusting to Beacon.

"Yeah... of course. The dude's a big-time superhero, and he still gets the cutest girl I've ever seen! Dammit Pete, can't you do me a favor and give me a chance! Ugh..." Jaune then laid his head on his desk.

"Oh. And by the way, I heard from Pyrrha about your situation."

"My s-situation? W-What do you mean?"

"I mean the whole VNN news contest. The photos of spider-man, right?"

"Oh! That situation! Yeah, hate to say that the photos from my scroll seemingly aren't enough to get their attention. So, I was deciding that today I was going to try and head to their office. See if they've got anything that can help me with it. But I doubt they are. But, let's just say I've been a bit busy with things OUTSIDE of school. Plus, I can't wrap my head around this whole dust thing."

'Mostly because the chemical compound of it is like nothing I've ever seen before! It's pretty wild stuff. I mean, I've been meaning to try and combine it with my web fluid. Bet it'd make for some explosive firepower! Web power? Firepower. Web power sounds WAY too weird.'

After a while, the class started. And Peter tried his best to pay attention. Well, as best as anyone could. He was attempting to write down a few formulas. Specifically, a formula for the mixture he found that corrupted those Faunus he met a while ago.

'GR-3314. What are you made of? I can't get a beat on you. Ugh... I have a feeling I'll need to go back to that Silver Bullet facility.'


After class, as the students began to pick up their things, Headmaster Ozpin decided to enter the class. Before clearing his throat.

"Ahem. May I have a moment of your time, students?" With now clear resistance, he continued. "Firstly, I would like to welcome a new student to your class. Please meet..."

'No... Way.'

"Felicia hardy."

'If I could, I would faint. WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUU-'

"Now, if any students would volunteer to show her around Beacon, it would be greatly appreciated." Ozpin looked around, before seeing Felicia point at Peter. "Ahem! Mr. Parker! Are you still with us?"

"Huh? I mean yeah!"

"Great. Thank you for volunteering."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Parker." Felicia finished her sentence with a bit of a flirtatious tone to it.

'Haha. I'm in danger.'

"Ahem. Moving on. Now, as much as I would like to meet under better conditions, at the moment, I, and the other headmasters are discussing the possibility of canceling the Vytal Festival. Along with its accompanying dance." This was met with a large number of audible groans. Questions as to why a few pleads to stop. "But, for those who are asking as to why, to simply put it, we're considering this decision in response to the recent incidents revolving around Spider-man. Two, which occurred right here, at Beacon." And that sure got the class heated up. Many, cursing out spider-man. But, unsurprisingly, one student decided to counter that.

"Wait! Isn't it a bit unfair that you blame Spider-man?" And this student was Pyrrha. "I mean, shouldn't we instead be blaming the faculty of Beacon?"

"But the incidents revolved around Spider-man! Did you forget that he even attacked the faculty?"

"Yes, but that was only after he was attacked first! I mean look at Ozpin, he fired first. Are you surprised that Spider-man retaliated? And look, he's perfectly fine! The same goes for the other teachers." The heated debate was seemingly about to reach its climax, before...

"Enough! Both of you!" Ozpin shouted at the two, silencing them. "Ahem... Apologies. I didn't mention this is up for discussion. For right now, it is up for consideration. Whether we make a decision or not, only time can tell. Please, and thank you." And like that, as fast he entered, was as fast as he left.

'Well, thanks for standing up for me Pyrrha. But well, after throwing Catnip at Blake, I hardly doubt she's in the mood to be all nice with Spider-man. Now, onto more pressing matters...'


Peter was able to find Felicia, before grabbing her arm.

"Felicia! What are you doing here!"

"Oh, didn't you hear? I'm a new exchange student."

"What? How?"

"Now that is a secret. But you know us cats, we can get into anything. And I do mean anything." She winked right after that.

"Yeah..."

'Nuts.'

"Ahem. So, can you show me around the academy, Mr. Parker? I think I would just get soooo lost!"

"What's with you talking like that anyway? You usually didn't talk like that before."

"Well, it's because I think it's fun. And we're playing a game of cat and mouse! Now come on!" Felicia grabbed his hand and began to drag him away.

'I'm done for...'


"So Spider. What do you have planned for us today?" Felicia asked, but Peter didn't respond. It was obvious to her that something was wrong with him. "Alright. Are you going to tell me what's wrong or what?'

"Well... It's a bit hard to explain."

"Okay... Well, just spit the words out. I'll just put them together."

"Okay... So I used to look up to these other heroes. Like, these guys are actual heroes in their way. Top league kind of stuff. And I always looked up to them, before I was comfortable being a hero myself. But last night I had this really weird nightmare. That they all started beating me up. Yelling how I was a disappointment, and that maybe none of this is real, and-"

"Okay! I'm gonna stop you there. Why are you thinking like this? The last time I saw you, you were at the top of your game, not letting anything faze you!"

"I know! But... These guys mean a lot to me. I tried to show them that I could belong with them. And then I did join them. But then everything fell apart. And I guess... I feel a bit guilty. Especially for Cardin."

"Cardin? And that is?"

"Some guy who mutated into looking resembling one of those mutated Faunus I told you about. And thanks to me, the faculty shot him down, and well, he... died."

"What?! No way!"

"And now I can't get his face out of my head. Sure, the guy was a massive jerk, but... he didn't deserve something like that. And now, I'm just freaking out. What if something like that happens to someone else? Like Pyrrha, Jaune even, any of my team! It's just... Just...!" Peter started breathing more and more heavily, starting to hyperventilate. Before Felicia handed him a paper bag, he started to calm down.

"There there... I've got you. Relax..."

"Thanks... ugh. That felt awful."

"I could tell. Look Spider. You've gotta relax. Just a little bit. Whatever happened to Cardin was out of your control. Think about it, even if you could save this Cardin guy, how could you have stopped the teachers and huntsmen from shooting him?"

"I don't think I could've."

"Exactly. Unless you could stop beating yourself up over him. And relax. Okay? I think if those other heroes hurt you that badly, well, maybe you shouldn't think of them as highly. I mean, I doubt that they were perfect either."

"That's true."

"So stop putting them on such a high pedestal! You're a hero. You're my hero honestly. Maybe you should think more of yourself rather than less of yourself."

"Hmm... Thanks, Felicia... I think that made me feel better."

"It better, I don't give life advice for free. But for you Spider, it's for free."

"Haha." The two began to share a laugh, before continuing their conversation. "Oh yeah... didn't you have to do that weird Beacon initiation test to come here?"

"Well, I technically do. But at the same time, I don't. It's optional. So, I'm choosing not to."

"Wow. I had to do it. Almost broke my hand hitting the head of one of those Grimm. Damn things."

"Oh yeah. I heard. Pretty funny, altogether. Now, if you don't mind..." Felicia got up, before beginning to walk away. "I've got someone to talk to. See you later Spider!"

"See you! Heh..."

'Well, that wasn't so bad! I even feel a little bit better about myself. Now... Hmm. What to do now... Oh, I know exactly what to do...'


Spider-man continued to web-swinging through the streets of Vale, before arriving at where the entrance to the Silver Bullet facility was. But... Unfortunately, as he began to get closer and closer, he noticed that...

"No no no! Dammit!" The Silver Bullet facility was lit on fire. As he charged in, he tried saving anyone that he could, before seeing that anyone that was there, was now... Well, a bit crispy to say the least. "Damn... There goes my only chance to see if I could cure them... I'm... so sorry."

"I wouldn't be sorry for much longer..."

'Spider-sense! move!'

Spider-man was barely able to dodge the attack, ducking under what appeared to be repulsor fire?

'Repulsor fire? no way... don't tell me-'

"Oof!" Spider-man then felt something Punch him in the gut. Whatever this was, he wasn't dreaming. He tried to dodge, before almost being struck again, finally getting a clear view of what was attacking him. "Mr. Stark?"

"Stark? Haven't heard that name in a long time." Spider-man looked up, seeing... Iron man. Or, someone who pretty much resembled him. "Like the handiwork? I had to do this. You know that."

"I don't know. How could you do this?

"Another question, how the hell do you know me?"

"Because you're my mentor?"

"I don't remember mentoring someone with such a lousy sense of fashion."

"Ugh... Fashion...?" Finally, Spider-man had a closer look at this Iron Man wannabe. Before looking up, and seeing the terrifying resemblance to his Iron Man. "Coming from someone who's... more ugly than anything I've ever seen... I don't think you're ready to talk... G-Gah!" Spider-man was cut off, by this Iron man, by having him firmly grip his throat.

"You're starting to get annoying."

"Mr. S-Stark... Please... this isn't you...!"

"Oh really...?" Spider-man went eye-wide, shocked at what he was seeing. Tony Stark's face, horribly scarred. "Do you know me...?" Before starting to begin to grip his throat even tighter. "Please. I don't know you. You sad sad freak. Do you know why I'm even here? Well, thanks to you, a few of my men got their asses handed to them. So... I had to teach them a lesson. And now I'll teach you one too." Spider-man began to feel his breath drain out of him. Struggling to break free.

"Mr... Stark... Please...! D-Don't do this...!"

"Why not? Hah... I live for this!" Iron Man then threw Spider-man against a wall, before punching him through it.

"You're... a maniac..."

"Why thank you. In fact... that gives me an idea... You can call me... IRON MANIAC!"

"Ugh... Come on..." Spider-man quickly got up, trying to shoot webs at him. Before seeing Iron Maniac grab his webs, before pulling Spider-man, and punching him away. Before beginning to beat on Spider-man. Before... Grabbing his chest, and ripping the fabric off. Leaving all the tech exposed. Before throwing him aside.

"Ooooh. Look at this. This is pretty advanced. Even for me. Now, where'd you get tech like this?"

"Not... telling you. You monster!"

"Shame. I really, really didn't want to do this."

'Spider-sense! Going crazy! What's he-"

Iron Maniac armed his arc reactor, before seeing it begin to radiate energy. And Spider-man began to try and dodge it. Barely being able to do so.

"Heh. Dodging my uni-beam is something else. Now..." Iron Maniac dashed into Spider-man before Spider-man tried to dodge, seeing the Maniac grab his leg, before beginning to slam him down on a pile of bricks.

"Ugh... W-What's wrong? Without that suit you're a pathetic coward...!" Iron manic then exited his suit. Before beginning to beat Spider-man to a pulp.

"EH? EH? COME ON YOU PATHETIC COWARD! I CAN BEAT YOU WITH OR WITHOUT IT!"

'Hits... t-too hard! I... He's all over me! I... Can't shake him! I thought this might've been easier! I tried to help...!'

"Gonna... get you if you hurt these... People!" Before Spider-man fell to the ground. Iron Manic smirked, before entering his suit and grabbing him by the throat one more time. His right hand shifted into something like a tazer, before hitting him in the chest with it.

"Oh no... Oh... NO!"


Spider-man was launched out of the Silver bullet facility, before landing in front of a dust storm, which was convenient, getting robbed.

"Hey! Look, it's that spider-man guy! He's all beat up, let's get him!" As Spidey tried to get up, before seeing the Iron Maniac appear behind the thugs.

"Out of my way scum. I'm not done yet." Iron Manic raised his hands, before shooting lethal repulsor shots at the harmless thugs.

"NO! DAMMIT!"

"I'm surprised that you're actually caring for those thugs who were gonna try and kill you."

"I don't kill..."

"Why not? If what you're saying is true, that you were my protege, I would've trained you to use lethality. Especially against Faunus."

"W-What..?" Spider-man replied, before Iron Maniac grabbed the top of his head, before slamming his face into the road.

"I'll say it simply. These facial scars, well... Were caused by the Faunus. Specifically, the white fang. Let me tell you a story. I used to be like you. I even owned A company named Stark Industries. But... someone stole my tech. Used it to cause a massive tragedy. And of course, I got blamed..."

'Oh. So Stark Industries DOES exist. Just, not anymore. I would've liked it if anyone could've clarified that. Really. Now... Ugh... I can barely stand. Everything is a bit... Oh, I'm starting to get dizzy... No! I gotta put him down. Fast. Okay... His tech is... basic. If even my tech is advanced for this fool... then his suit can't be as advanced as Tony's. I got a chance. Hit him hard, and fast!'

Spider-man quickly jumped up, charging at the Iron Maniac, before hitting him hard in the back. Before quickly picking him up and throwing him into the store. Jumping through the window, before looking at the shop clerk.

"GO! NOW!" The shop clerk left as fast as he could before Spider-man saw that the Iron Maniac began to stand up once again. "Dammit, go down!" Spider-man quickly charged at the Iron Maniac, before beginning to beat down on him, before crawling all around him like a spider and beginning to pour web fluid on him. And wrapping him with Web. before beginning to beat him. Punching the Iron Maniac almost as hard as he could. "GRAAH! I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU HURT ANYONE ELSE!" Spider-man continued to beat on the Iron Maniac, not noticing that their rumble inside the dust shop, caused small bits of dust to land on the floor, and Iron Maniac's failing suit began to crackle energy. Spider-man backed up, seeing the Iron Maniac, before grabbing a shelf, and slamming it onto him.

"Ugh... You've got guts... I'll admit that. Really, you do."

"Stay down. Or I swear..."

"Swear what? You're gonna kill me?"

"I..." Spider-man paused for a quick second, before dropping the shelf. And kicked Iron Maniac down again. Before grabbing his Spider-symbol, and ripping it out of his hand. "I'm not like you. As much as I would like to keep hitting you, you're not worth my time."

'Spider-sense! No way, this fool is still trying-'

Spider-man looked down, before seeing that the electricity crackling off his suit was about to reach the fallen dust. Spider-man tried to move as fast as he could to get Tony out of the suit, before realizing that it was too late. Before seeing the electricity hit the dust, he tried to jump out of the shop, barely being able to dodge the explosion. Falling to the floor, before struggling to stand up. His suit was... more or less destroyed. Part of it was burned. As he finally stood, he turned around to see...

"Oh my god...!" Iron Maniac staggered as he stood as he began to make his way to Spider-man.

'Okay okay... I thought I had him? Gah... I'm too beat...'

Iron Maniac walked out of the dust shop, before punching Spider-man in the face, causing him to stagger. Spider-man punched back. The two staggered, before Iron Maniac got the upper hand, beginning to beat Spider-man, before standing above him, and slamming his foot against Spider-man's face, knocking him out. As everything went darker and darker Spider-man struggled before...


"GAH!" Spider-man woke up. Before struggling to move, move... move? He tried to feel his mask, before realizing thankfully, it was still on. Before noticing that... he was chained up. And unfortunately, he was hurt. Bad. And thanks to this weakness, he couldn't easily break out.

"Wakey wakey." Spider-man turned around, seeing Iron Maniac. Out of his suit, sitting across from Spider-man. Taking a sip of some kind of alcoholic beverage.

"Go... away... You... Jackass."

"Wow. Language."

"Why didn't you take off my mask?'

"Because. I. Don't. Care. The man under your mask doesn't matter. What matters is you. Your mask. Spider-man."

"What's up with your suit...? It seems so... low tech. Considering the kind of tech I've seen, I'm surprised that your tech seems almost... basic." Tony turned around, punching Spider-man in the face.

"Don't ever call my suit, low tech."

"How do you even hit so hard without your suit...?"

"Cybernetics. I've got it in most parts of my body."

"Ah... What're you gonna do with the rest of my suit..?" Spider-man noticed that his suit's chest piece was still gone.

"I'm examining it. What else would I be doing?"

"And why are you doing that?"

"Because. No one should've been able to take those hits as easy as you did. You should've died."

"Heh... The suit is something, but the rest, it's all me. And that's something you're never going to understand, you goddamn lunatic."

"You're not special. Really, you're not."

"Yeah. I know..." There was silence for a while. Spider-man continuously tried to struggle out of the chains, before sighing. "Are you... Tony Stark?"

"As real as I breathe. And you should stop trying. The more you try the tighter it gets. Hold still." Tony went up to spider-man, adjusting one of his hands to fit one of the suit's gloves. "Now. If you struggle too much, well... Let's just say it won't end well for you." Tony smirked, before gesturing a gunshot to the head.

"Why do you hate the Q|White Fang so much?"

"Simple. They ruined my life. Honestly, I thought you would understand."

"And why would you think that?"

"Simply put, I saw you fight the White Fang. Sure showed Sienna something. You know, we worked together a while back. I even supported the white fang cause. Donated as much money as I could to help. Then one day, they shifted entirely. Why, is something I don't know. I hope Ghira, Sienna, and the rest go to hell. That's why my face is like this. They started... attacking. Unfortunately, either they didn't know, or didn't care, one of their missiles attacked me. Seeing as I survived that one time, well, I was ready the second time. But... My face was left like this. And well... Even as I was trying to recuperate, the well... A lot of people wanted to see my company shut down. Which they did! I lost my company because people tied the white fang attacks to my company. And like that. My company, everything I have, and my father worked for, is gone. Heh." Tony took another sip of alcohol. "Ah. Reminiscing. Now you know."

"..."

"Got nothing to say?"

"Well... it's not that. I'm just disappointed in you."

"Disappointed? Why the hell are you disappointed?"

"Because... you used to be a man that never gave up. You were a hero to me. I believed in you. When you gave me a chance, I thought the world of it. But I saw I was just being incredibly naive. I knew the person you are. Or, someone resembling you. But now you're nothing but scum."

"Listen here. Do you think I've ever been a good person? News flash, I never was. I'm egotistical, I always look out for myself, and anything I've ever done has been for something in the long run. Anything..." Tony then grabbed Spider-man's head. Making sure the hero looked right into his eyes. "Anything, I've done. Is because I want something from that person. I'm not a good person. I've done 'good things' because I like to feed my ego. And always believe that I'm right. I'm not kind. I'm not a hero. I've seen what the world can do to people. And guess what? There are big problems out there. Much bigger than you. Much bigger than me! I tried to make something to save the world. And a moronic fool took her away from me. So, seeing where the problems all started from... Let's say I'm tired. And I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure it never happens again. Even if I have to kill every single Faunus. Got it spider-man? I'm not a hero. You put it better yourself. I'm a maniac. My face proves it."

And like that, Tony shut Spider-man up. Before getting back to work. And Spider-man sat there. He just... sat there. Before looking at his own suit. And sat there. Horrified. Tony... meant everything. His words just... cut into him. And... he sat there. Wondering if Tony had meant what he said. And then looking back at the Tony he knows. Iron man is the guy who kick-started his career as Spider-man. Started the avengers, and so forth. But... there wasn't a bit of reasoning to it. Right? But looking back, there was a bit of reasoning to it.

Avengers. Reformed by Tony Stark after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell.

Ultron, the robot who believed himself to be some kind of god. Because Tony Stark wanted to build a suit of armor around the world.

And... Spider-man himself, recruited by Tony Stark as... As...

"Someone to fight his battles."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I'm... just thinking. Question."

"What."

"This gauntlet... I break out of these chains, what's to stop me from-"

"Low energy in the gauntlet. You've got one shot. And you fight with your hands. What're you gonna do? fight me with chains?" And then. Sounds of rumbling were beginning to be heard. Before getting louder and louder. "We have visitors. What's it gonna be, Spidey?" Tony left the room, leaving spider-man there alone.

Alone. With himself. Spider-man continued to struggle, more and more, before... Before... Sighing. Bracing himself for impact, tilting his hand to shoot the chain off of him.

"THIS IS GONNA SUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Spider-man shot the gauntlet, and the chain broke, as he stood, barely being able to stand, using the wall to keep himself standing. He rubbed his shoulder. Problem burned himself. "Goddammit... Alright. I've gotta get out of here." Spider-man struggled for a quick second, before using the wall to remove that gauntlet, noting his web-shooters were missing. Looking around the workshop, eventually finding them. Along with his scroll. Putting his web-shooters on, he quickly went through his scroll, seeing that... nothing was changed. "Guess he doesn't care about my identity. He also found his chest symbol, seeing that any tech on it was taken out. But at this point, he didn't care. Aligning his chest symbol, before keeping it stuck to his suit with his web fluid. "Alrighty then. I'm so tired." And Spider-man sighed. Thinking about everything that just happened, and thinking that he may need some time to rethink how he thinks about Tony Stark. But either way, Spider-man keeps going.


And well, Spider-man was in... well, an odd location. The city he was currently in was... horrifying. Looking around, Spider-man didn't see... anything. Nothing. Worse yet, he didn't see anyone. Not a single person could've been found. But the city was still there. Standing. But empty. Spider-man decided to walk around. Trying to find Tony as fast as he could, but unfortunately, proved unsuccessful.

"Dammit! I just had him too. Ugh... Honestly, this is all a bit too much for me. All out of my pay grade. I'm not even being paid! But Man. So... Tony here is the leader of the Silver Bullet. And he's a weaker version of Iron Man. But I have a deep fear that it won't be like that for long. I mean even in his weak state, he beat the hell out of me. Oh god... What if I have to face him again? I've got no chance! Well, alone that is. But... maybe I don't have to be alone. Ugh! I'm such an idiot! Why didn't I tell Jaune! Or Felicia for that matter!" Spider-man yelled, before falling to his knees. "I'm so tired. Where the hell am I anyway?" Spider-man began to web swing through the city. A cold feeling began to chill his spine, with him starting to pick up the pace. Web swinging, before finally finding a sign that has the name of the city.

"Mount... Glenn? Huh."

...

"THAT DOESN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION! WHERE THE HELL IS MOUNT GLENN?" Spider-man yelled, before... Having this odd feeling of... despair fills his body. He couldn't stand. His body refused. He couldn't move. As he fell to the ground, everything seemed hopeless.

Hopeless. But, he put his hands on the ground. Trying to elevate himself. Before struggling. Trying. Harder, and Harder. Before slowly standing. Standing tall.

'Can't give up. I refuse to give up. I have to get back to Beacon.'


This was honestly, very, very fun to write. Now, onto the next one! Which is going to come out soon.

No extras this time. Volume 1 ends with the next chapter!