Spider-Man looked up at the sight in front of him, trying to process it in his mind.

The Imposter had transformed into a man who calls himself Mysterio. And as the man floated high above him using seemingly nothing, smoke surrounding him, there was only one thing that Peter could focus on. One thought that kept popping in his head.

"Is that a fishbowl?" He asked, pointing at Mysterio's head.

Mysterio looked down at the costumed teenager. "Fool! You dare mock me? The Master of the Mystic Arts!?"

"I was just asking about your fashion sense," Peter stated, as his head started tingling. Mysterio lifted an arm, as a large buzz saw flew at him, spinning dangerously. Peter flipped off the street, and stuck to the wall of the building next to them. Spidey looked towards the man, with wide opaque lenses. "Ok, didn't see that coming."

"I bided my time long enough!" Mysterio boisterously proclaimed. "It was time to reveal my glory!"

"Oh dude, don't!" Peter begged. "No one wants to see your junk!"

Mysterio scoffed. "I will enjoy crushing you under my boot! I have made enough money as you. Time to earn more victories as myself!" He declared, before he threw a few metal balls towards Peter, who jumped away before they got close to him. The balls hit the wall the web head was on, exploding, leaving a giant hole in the building.

Spider-Man landed on the street, seeing the destruction the man that impersonated him has caused. "Ok, this is getting out of hand," he said, as he jumped into the air, and started web swinging around Mysterio, who was still floating in the air. "How about you get off your little cloud and we can talk about this. And by talk, I mean go to jail. And by 'we' I mean 'you'."

Before Peter could react, a large snake appeared out of nowhere. Taken by surprise, Peter let go of his web, and fell to the road. "Ah!" He exclaimed, as the snake slithered closer to him, hissing dangerously, fangs bared. Peter hopped over it as it lunged at him, as Peter shot some webbing at it, hopping to tame it.

However, the webbing went right through the snake, as if Peter shot it at nothing. "Huh?" Peter landed on the ground, extremely confused, as the snake twisted around towards him, and charged at him. Peter felt the urge to jump again, but to his confusion, wasn't able to feel his spider sense go off.

The snake flung at him, but instead of connecting, phased right through him. Peter looked as the snake tried to bite him, but couldn't actually latch on. Peter looked up at Mysterio, before exasperatedly throwing his hands in the air, the snake still trying to attack him.

"Erm, it seems one of my spells is not working properly," Mysterio stated.

Spidey wasn't buying it though. The disguise as Spider-Man, the snake. It connected in his head. "You aren't magic!" Peter figured out.

"Very well, you've discovered my true nature," Mysterio relented, still in that obnoxiously superior tone of his. "I am not Master of the Mystic Arts. I am the Master of Illusion!" He bellowed, as three more versions of Mysterio suddenly appeared, floating next to each other.

"Oh great, more of you," Peter humorously groaned, as the multiple Mysterios started swarming him, confusing the wall crawler on which one was the real one. "You can hide behind your fancy tricks all you want, but you've really made me mad, and that means I'm gonna find you, and kick your ass."

"Big talk from such a small man!" Mysterio gloated, his voice echoing from the other copies of him as well. All four of him shot a beam of green energy at him, making Peter roll out of the way, dodging it and creating space between him and the Mysterios.

Peter tried shooting webs at the four dome-headed villains, but the smoke that surrounded them dissolved the webbing before it could touch them. They laughed simultaneously in response, amused by the sight of Spider-Man being unable to figure out a way to fight them.

But Peter was thinking. Obviously, one of them was the real one, but there was no real way to tell. Also, for every illusion, it seemed Mysterio had some type of weapon that could actually hurt him. He needed to be careful, and figure out a way to tell the real from the fake. His spider sense helped with attacks. Now he needed to figure out the person.

"Wow, you know what? I just realized something. With your magic tricks, and that outfit, you would kill in Vegas. You just need to find a white tiger, and you're all set."

"Your jokes have no effect on me," Mysterio declared, as the four of them started to grow larger in size, growing about 10 feet tall, as they still floated around.

"See?" Peter asked, as he jumped up and started web swinging around them, avoiding their swipes at him, and weaving in between them in the air. "See? People would love this in Vegas! Well, maybe you should tweak the costume a little. Your head is giving me bad flashbacks of when I had to flush my goldfish down the toilet."

"Be still!" Mysterio demanded, as the four copies couldn't get a better hit on him.

"Seriously, did you steal that from a pet store, or-"

"STOP MAKING FUN OF MY HELMET!" Mysterio cried, as Peter noticed the slip up. Only one of them talked that time, and Peter was able to hear exactly which one it was. He made a sharp turn, and delivered a haymaker punch to the real Master of Illusions, knocking him down to the ground, and causing the copies to disappear into poofs of smoke.

Peter landed on the road, as Mysterio, with a large crack in his glass helmet, was trying to crawl away, only to snag himself on his cape, and cause himself to fall pathetically down to the ground. Spidey sighed, as he walked up to him. "Seriously? After all the trouble you've cause me these past couple of months, this is it? I've had longer fights against Boomerang. And he fights with a BOOMERANG!"

Mysterio kept trying to back away, but couldn't, as Peter grabbed him by the collar. "After seeing this outfit, I almost forgive you for stealing my look. I'd probably do the same thing if I had your clothes. How about we take that ugly helmet off of you and see what you really look like?"

"NO " Mysterio shouted, trying to break out of the web slinger's grip. Peter wondered why he was struggling so much, before he looked behind him, realizing that the cops were still there.

"Aw, you don't want the cops to see who you really are?" Peter asked, in a baby voice. "Poor wittle fishbowl man."

Peter then yanked the helmet off Mysterio's head, to reveal the man underneath. Peter's eyes widened under his mask, as he was shock at who it really was.

His principal, Quentin Beck.

"No way..." Peter muttered to himself.

"Get back!" Beck demanded, as he pushed himself out of the shocked teenager's grasp, throwing a few bomb balls at his feet. Reacting quickly, Peter quickly shot some webs at them, before tossing them high into the air, where they exploded harmlessly.

"Did you just try to blow me up?" Peter asked, as he clocked Beck in the jaw with a right hook, knocking him out. "That is just rude." Peter then webbed his principal to the ground, as he tried to sort out everything that just happened.

Beck was a former special effects artist in Hollywood. However, he didn't get anywhere, and left to go to New York. When he couldn't get any work over here, he turned to teaching, and somehow became the principal of the school, even though exactly no one like him.

And now he's taken up dressing up like heroes and putting a fishbowl on his head.

Seriously, he has a FISHBOWL. What a lame criminal.

He looked at the cops behind him, who were all scratching their heads, a bit confused by what just happened. "Hey!" He called to them. "This is the guy who attacked Captain Stacy! He also is responsible for all the other robberies and crimes you guys think I did. So, there ya go."

With that, he swung away, hoping that this cleared his name. At least a little bit. He smiled to himself, as he remembered something important.

He landed on the side of a building, right next to the scene of the fight, to pick up a camera he had webbed up there.

He had shown the police what Spider-Man was all about. Now, maybe he can show the Bugle.

"Reed?"

Sue Storm was walking through the halls of the Baxter Building, trying to find her husband. It had been about two days since she last saw him, and while it wasn't unusual behavior for Reed to hole up in his lab for long periods of time, it was weird that he hadn't talked to any of them to let them know he was ok.

And that made her worried.

"Reed?" She called again, as she reached the doors to his lab. They slid open to reveal a very disheveled Reed, his hair out of place, stubble from his lack of shaving, and a look of concern as he studied the device he had worked on with Tony Stark, as he wrote on multiple sheets of paper.

"Reed?" Sue gently asked, making Reed look up from his work, a panicked look on his face.

"Sue, call Fury," he told her. "We have a serious problem on our hands."

"TWO SPIDER-MEN!?"

J. Jonah Jameson was fuming, as he quickly sorted through the pictures he had just received, almost violently. "Two Spider-Men! Like one Spider themed crook wasn't enough for this city, now there's two!"

The editor in chief was joined in his office by the person who brought the pictures, Peter Parker, his main photographer, Eddie Brock, and of course, Robbie Robertson. He sat at his desk, furious, still looking through the photos.

"Well, one of them was actually some other guy," Peter explained, as he leaned over the desk and pointed out a specific picture, before handing it to Jonah. Jonah snatched it out of Peter's hand, and stared deeply at it.

Jonah looked up at Peter. "This astronaut guy have a name?" He asked, silently seething.

"His name is actually Quentin Beck, my principal."

"Your principal's a supervillain!?" Robbie exclaimed, fascinated.

"I guess," Peter shrugged. "He called himself Mysterio, and said he dressed up like Spider-Man to commit crimes."

Jonah almost ripped the photo in half. He would've, if it wasn't such a great shot. Instead, he slammed in onto his desk, making everyone in the room jump. He glared at Eddie, the blonde desperately trying to avoid eye contact. Peter couldn't believe that he was seeing the brash man as quiet as he was. Brock seemed nervous to speak.

"You got anything to say?" Jonah asked, agitated. "For weeks now you've been giving me photos of Spider-Man committing crimes, AND IT WASN'T EVEN THE RIGHT SPIDER-MAN!"

"We have to do a retraction," Robbie calmly stated.

"A retraction!" Jonah loudly echoed. "For 25 years we never had to do a retraction! Now if we don't, we could get in serious trouble for libel! All because of your idiotic photos!"

"But...but I thought..." Eddie tried to defend himself.

"But!? You give me phony pictures of Spider-Man and all you have to say is but!?" Jonah screamed, vein on his head threatening to burst. "I paid through the nose for those pictures! And what do you have to say!? 'But, but, but'!? You're fired!"

Eddie's face fell. "I'm sorry, please, I can-"

"I was stupid for thinking that Parker over here could've been replaced! Jonah said, pointing straight at Peter. "I've never had to make a retraction because of him! Get out of my office, and don't come back!"

"But-"

"NOW!" Jonah roared, slamming his fist on the desk. Eddie seemed like he tried to stammer something out, but gave up, as he began to sulk out of the room. He gave Peter a really bitter look, before mouthing 'I hate you' at the teenager. He then marched out of the office, as he made his way out of the building.

"Good riddance," Peter heard Robbie mutter, apparently not a fan of the guy.

"Parker, you're hired again," Jonah stated, as he kept sorting through the pictures.

Peter rubbed the back of his head. "Uh, I was still working for you."

JJJ looked up at him. "You were?" He gruffly asked, completely ignorant.

Robbie rolled his eyes. "You moved him to webpage design. We've gotten more page views ever since he started changing the format."

"Ah!" He waved his hand dismissively at Robbie. "Stop with the techno babble. Fine, we've gotten more page views? Fine. Parker, you're still on webpage design, but you better keep getting these photos for me! More money for you if you do, and God knows those pictures are the only reason we're still selling papers. "

"Uh, thanks, Mister Jameson."

"Yeah, yeah, get outta here," Jonah waved off, making Peter leave the office. The editor then turned towards his employee. "Robbie, here's the headline. 'Mysterio: Fake Spidey, Master Criminal, Terrible Principal!'"

Peter walked past Betty on the editing floor, the secretary sitting at her desk with a huge smile on her face. "Hey Petey," she warmly greeted.

"You seem happy," Peter pointed out.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She asked. "You got that jerk fired."

Peter's face fell. "I didn't mean to...I mean, I just..."

"Peter, don't feel bad," Betty told him. "Brock was a pig-headed jerk. I don't think a lot of people are going to miss him."

"I know that, I just..."

Betty smiled. "That's why I like you Pete. You always try to be nice. Trust me, Brock would've gotten fired either way. Ok?"

Peter smiled. "Ok...Do I get a present?"

"Yeah, I'm talking to you."

"That's underwhelming."

Nick Fury stood in the command room of the Helicarrier, stone faced, contemplating what to do next.

He had just come out of a meeting with Reed Richards. Then he had taken another meeting with the most powerful figure heads in the world. SHIELD agents buzzed around the floor, going about their usual business, not yet told about what Fury was dealing with.

There was something he was certain about however.

He needed to gather some men. And he needed to invade Latveria.

"Principal Beck?"

Peter had quickly gone to Gwen's house, trying his best to clear his alter ego's name after the incident with her father. He was currently in her room, which was covered in boy band posters, as well as pictures of famous scientific icons, such as Neil Degrasse Tyson and Stephen Hawking. They look semi out of place next to a picture of Zac Efron. Overall though, it was a normal teenage girl's room.

"I was right there!" Peter said, as he sat next to Gwen on her bed, staring right at her pretty, unbelieving face. "There were two Spider-Mans, one turned into a guy with a fishbowl head, and that guy turned out to be Principal Beck!"

"So Principal Beck attacked my dad?" She asked.

"Yes!" Peter exclaimed. "He was the one who did all those crimes! Not Spidey!"

Gwen set her jaw, as she stared at her friend.

"Oh come on," Peter said, as he saw her face. "What's wrong?"

"Just because there were two Spider-Men doesn't mean only one of them committed crimes," she reasoned.

Peter went silent. He hadn't considered that. And apparently no one else did either. "Well, yeah, but, he didn't."

"Pete..."

"Gwen, I know he didn't, ok? Spider-Man, the real Spider-Man, didn't hurt your dad."

"How can you possibly know-"

"Because I'M Spider-Man!" He cried, fed up with the argument. However, after the words slipped out of his mouth, he froze, not believing what he just did. Oh no.

Gwen looked at him with wide eyes, shocked. "What?" She asked, confused beyond belief. Did she really hear what she think she just heard?

"I...I'm Spider-Man..." Peter said, realizing that it was pointless to deny it after his outburst. His eyes met hers, the two just silently staring at each other, the room filled with a strange type of tension. Peter's mind raced, trying to figure out why he said it, and how this was going to change everything.

Peter just looked at her. Why wasn't she saying anything? She had an almost blank look on her face. He had no idea what was going to happen, if they could even stay friends, or if she would even believe him.

"Gwen, I-"

"Show me."

Peter went quiet for a second. "What?"

"Show...show me that you're Spider-Man," she said, half asking, half demanding.

Peter froze, as he awkwardly looked around. "Um...ok..." he lamely stated. He slipped off his shoes, before slowly getting off the bed. He then crouched slightly, before springing up to the ceiling, clinging to it and making Gwen gasp in response.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed, hands in front of her mouth as she watched the boy she knew since crawl along upside down on her ceiling. Peter then dropped off the ceiling, and landed back on the bed, butt first.

"I'm also wearing my costume," he stated, as he rolled up his shirt, to show the spider logo on his chest. "That might've been easier then crawling on the walls..." he mumbled to himself.

"You're Spider-Man..." she stated, unbelieving.

"Yes," Peter confirmed.

"When did this happen?" She asked.

"Well, remember when I got bit by that spider on that field trip?"

"Wait, THAT gave you the powers?" She asked, surprised. "I thought it just made you really sick."

"It did. But it also gave me powers."

"That's...so cool. And weird."

"I know, right?" He said, easing up a little. She seemed to be taking it pretty well.

"So wait, all those times Spidey fought off some robbers, that was you."

"Yep."

"Every one."

"Uh huh."

"And the super powered guys. You?"

"Every time."

"At Coney Island, when the Sandman attacked us, that was you," she asked.

"What part of 'yes, I is Spider-Man' do you not understand?" He jokingly asked.

Gwen smiled. "It's a little much to take in. The nerdiest guy I know is a superhero."

Peter blushed slightly. "Stop that," he abashedly said.

"What? You are."

"Not really."

"Dude, you've teamed up with the Avengers. The Avengers!"

"Oh, well, that's just because of Tony."

Gwen furrowed her brow. "Tony Stark?" She asked. Suddenly, realization hit her. "Is that why you got the internship!?" She asked, loudly.

Peter was a bit taken aback by the volume, not sure how she felt about it. "He figured out who I was, and came to school to find me. He's pretty cool. "

"Wait, have you met Captain America?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Can you introduce me?" She asked, excitedly.

Peter grinned. "Probably. They know all about you."

Gwen amusedly raised an eyebrow. "They do?" She asked, knowingly.

Peter blushed. "Uh, I mean, they heard about the dance, and, uh...ugh..." He muttered, his face heating up.

Gwen shook her head, in disbelief. "My boyfriend's Spider-Man...holy crap..."

Peter's eyes widened slightly. "Boyfriend?" He asked, turning the tables on her.

Gwen's cheeks turned red. "Well, I mean, when you asked me out to the dance I figured..."

"Are we dating?" He asked.

"Do you want to be?" She asked, the two getting closer to each other.

"I do. Do you?" The two scooted even closer.

"Yeah..." she muttered, as Peter cupped her cheek, as they both leaned forward, their lips meeting.

The two fell into a deep kiss, as all of Peter's anxieties suddenly disappeared. Peter felt a spark as the two kept going, both happy and content. Peter had stopped the person impersonating him, gotten his position back at the Daily Bugle, and had gotten a girlfriend. For once, his life seemed to be on track.

The two continued making out, as both were sure that good times were ahead of them.