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So this is a crossover between Buffy and the TASM movies, the first one that is.
I'd like to thank Marcus S. Lazarus a lot for his help on this story, as well as Brainstorm Sorcerer.
Basically, Willow left Sunnydale after Buffy 6x10 in this one, and moved to New York instead, where she'll meet a certain wall-crawler.
No romance though, because Willow/Tara forever! They'll have an older sister/younger brother type relationship.
FYI, Andrew's version of Spidey is my favorite, even when the movies first came, he was my favorite. I personally related to him a lot more than the other two.
Of course Tobey and Tom are great too. Tobey is the legendary OG, and his movies, at least the first 2, are among the best (though I think the 3rd one is underrated too), while Tom is great at the role and NWH finally showed us this version of the character becoming the Spider-Man we all know and love.
But Andrew Garfield appeals to me most.
Anyway, time to begin.
Chapter 1- Sunnydale level-strange
Okay, this was a rowdy crowd, a young red-headed woman thought to herself as she read a book about Napoleon in the subway.
If Willow Rosenberg had known that rowdy crowds were common in NY subways, she'd prefer not to use them.
Or move to a different big city maybe, like Los Angeles, since that was closer to Sunnydale.
But that was the problem. It was close to Sunnydale. And when she had set out, she had wanted to get as far away from Sunnydale as possible.
Not to mention Los Angeles had people she knew as well. She didn't want to be around anyone who knew her.
She'd just hurt them, that's what she always did, hurt people because of her selfishness and the power that her magic gave her.
What it made her feel.
First ripping Buffy out of Heaven (for which she had killed a poor little fawn too), then violating the mind of Tara, her own soulmate (as if Glory wasn't enough, now she had done to her love the same thing as one of her worst enemies), and that was followed by all of those magic-highs with Amy Madison, and then the big one- crashing the car with little Dawnie in it!
That slap was well-deserved, considering the broken arm her little girl had because of it. Not 'her little girl' though, not anymore. She had lost the right to consider herself any sort of guardian to Dawn after that bit.
She had spent a while at Buffy's home, trying to come back to normal, the withdrawal had been, well, hellish, she had been awake, cowering in pain for a few nights.
However, it was clear, she had lost all the love and trust she once had, rightfully so. Buffy letting her stay in her house after her carelessness with Dawn was nothing short of a miracle.
Dawn used to look up to her once and was the only person outside of Tara who listened to her tales of magic, while reacting impressed too. Now, Dawn didn't trust her anymore, and stayed away from her.
Of course she would, Willow could have gotten her killed, she was an innocent victim.
And Tara! Willow at this point was no better than Tara's blood kin, they had tricked her and her mother into thinking they were Demons, while she had erased her memory of their fight to trick Tara into thinking that there were no problems between the two of them, that all was fine, and they were still the best and happiest couple in existence.
In spite of the toxicity that she herself had brought into their lives.
Then, after promising to do no magic for just a week, she had ended up doing a Tabula Rasa spell, and botching it too, erasing everyone's memories for a short while.
Buffy was depressed because of her, and the others didn't trust her anymore. Even if they didn't say it to her, it was obvious from their faces, no one wanted her around, she was just a burden.
So she had decided to leave, since it was best for everyone. Considering her record, transferring colleges, even mid-semester, wasn't the biggest hassle. Her grades had all been transferred to New York University, where she had moved to pick up her studies properly, away from the rest, since she was just going to hurt them by staying.
Xander was the only one she had said goodbye to, sharing a loving hug with him, and giving him her new address in case he wanted to drop by someday for a visit.
Not that he would anytime soon, he was busy planning his and Anya's wedding with her, a wedding she wouldn't attend.
But why wouldn't she attend her own best friend's wedding?
Because said best friend was one of those who was better off without her as a burden in his life, let him start his happy life, fresh with his wife and without broken goods like her.
Her eyes lifted up from her book to see a tall and handsome teenage boy sleeping in the compartment, his bag and skateboard kept nearby. About 16 or 17 probably.
He looked so peaceful while in his sleep, she wished she could have that kind of peace when she slept, but the nightmares of her own mistakes didn't let her sleep long.
Then next moment she realized this teenage boy's sleep was going to be interrupted too, but not by nightmares, rather by the rowdy crowd that had got her thinking about her past in Sunnydale again.
One of the guys kept a beer bottle on the boy's head, trying to balance it. Oh, those types, so, trying to basically have fun by bullying a helpless victim.
A small drop trickled down the bottle's surface, ending up on the boy's head.
Next moment, his eyes opened all of a sudden and he swatted the bottle off, making the beer splash on the shirt of a girl who was part of the crowd.
Then, in the very same instant, he leapt up and stuck to the ceiling of the subway, making Willow's jaw drop.
'What in the….?' She thought to herself. How was this boy doing that? No normal person could do that.
Did he know magic or something?
He looked at the group, then let go of the ceiling, falling down on his butt.
"Disgusting. Now I smell like beer", the girl on whose shirt the beer had splashed commented, trying to clean it.
Willow watched as the boy stood up, confused clearly. She could tell from his eyes. He walked to the girl, apologetically trying to rub her shirt clean. "Sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to..." When he lifted his hand from her shirt, he couldn't, it was stuck.
Willow narrowed her eyes. It did look stuck, his hand was clearly open, yet he couldn't leave the shirt. This was getting strange. Though to be fair it had gotten strange when he had stuck to the ceiling.
The boy himself had no idea what was going on.
"I didn't... I didn't..."
The guy who had kept the beer bottle on his head then stepped up, now trying to play the white knight for the girl. "Get your hand off her!"
The boy pointed at his stuck hand, making the guy turn to it. "I'm trying to get my..."
Yeah, he was trying, it wasn't coming off. And neither Willow nor the boy could tell why. The man who had put the beer on his head now pushed the boy off, only, the shirt came off of the girl, still stuck to his hand, leaving the girl in only her bra from the waist-up.
Willow didn't snicker, but she found the situation amusing at this stage.
The others in the group were laughing at this point as the beer guy asked. "Are you kidding?"
"I'm sorry", the boy apologized.
"Are you freaking kidding me?" The man asked his group now.
Willow now decided to step in. "Hey, you're the one who pushed him off when he couldn't get his hand off of her, so if anything, you are why her shirt came off."
"He is the one who put his hand on her!" The man argued angrily, making Willow roll her eyes. Some people were just dumb.
This guy had put the beer bottle on the teenage boy, had seen him stick to the ceiling, and was still blaming him when he was responsible for the mess.
During this time, the boy had grabbed onto the pole and now his hand was stuck to that too.
"Hey, get him, Rudy!"
Okay, now this had gotten out of hand, the rowdy group was getting very physical now.
"Hey!" The beer guy charged the boy but the boy somehow dodged even though his hand was stuck to the pole, and kicked him down onto an empty seat from where he rolled to the ground in pain.
Willow had to cover her mouth to stop the snort that was about to escape it. Karma, she thought to herself. She'd probably get hers too, her mind morbidly added.
The boy was thinking this was somehow his fault as he apologized to the beer guy. "Man, I'm sorry! Man, are you all right?"
The beer guy was trying to get up, holding his leg in pain.
Then another guy from the rowdy group charged him but while stuck to the pole, the boy leapt up and kicked him down with both feet.
He himself fell down, though his hand was still on the pole.
"Take him down!"
Another one of the guys came at him but got kicked away, though Willow was noting the boy's face, he was still confused and apologetic, as if he didn't mean to do any of this.
"Come on. Get him, man! Get him!"
The boy flipped back up, when the last guy looked at his skateboard. "No, man, no. Not my board. Please, dude, don't..."
The man now picked up the boy's own skateboard to strike him with it. Willow had enough now. She raised her hand slightly, palm aimed at the guy, and he was thrown back by himself, hitting his head as he groaned in pain.
She hadn't given up magic completely, just didn't use it as much, her use of it was minimal. Plus leaving the Hellmouth had helped in that regard, as now she no longer had to draw on it for performing magic.
She drew on the Earth like her…no, not hers anymore. Like Tara did.
The boy tried to move forward and the pole came off, and as he turned here and there, it hit the beer guy on his man part and another of the guys on the face, knocking them both out.
"Sorry! Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry."
The shirt finally dropped from his hand as the boy looked at it in what was clearly shock. Willow's assessment was right, he had no idea how any of this had happened.
"Coney Island, next stop. Next and final stop, Coney Island."
Well, her stop was here.
"Oh gosh, I overslept", the boy muttered to himself, Willow realizing he had reached farther than he had intended to due to sleeping.
Picking up his bag and skateboard, he ran out, Willow walking out too. She saw him from a distance, he looked very freaked out over what he had just done, and couldn't tell how he had done it.
He looked around here and there, then spotted Willow, and ran to her, making her wonder what he'd do.
Then, in a stuttering voice that reminded her of Tara, he said. "Uhh….thanks for speaking…..uhh….speaking up for me, ma'm. So-sorry about the mess."
And then he ran off, holding his skateboard and bag, leaving a concerned and confused Willow behind.
Concerned because of how freaked out the poor teenager was, and confused because what she had just seen him do…..well, it was Sunnydale-level strange.
Oh well, he was already off now. And Willow couldn't catch up to him, since she had classes, and she had taken up a job as a Teaching Assistant in Midtown High.
So time to go home, study some more and catch some sleep, if nightmares were merciful enough to not interrupt it today.
And that's the start, hope all enjoyed it. Willow being TA at Midtown High would allow her to be closer to Peter and Gwen too, and unlike BTVS Season 4, I do not find relationships between a TA and a student to be appropriate at all.
But you all got that already.
Hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with another chapter.
