Spider-Man sighed deeply at what he's currently staring at. It's a thrift store. If he had the money he would go to the best there is but for now this will do for him. Curious and fascinated onlookers are watching him on the street nearby, pulling out their phones, recording, and making the wallcrawler a bit uncomfortable.

Shaking his head in mild annoyance, Spider-Man headed towards the store and grabbed some cheap bland looking clothes and pants for himself along with a cheap large backpack and an old hat. Finished, Spider-Man then casually walks to the counter where he finds the cashier who's wide eyed in astonishment upon seeing him.

"Woah! You're that spider guy on the news, right?" The cashier spoke up cheerfully with a smile on his face, "I can't believe this! A superhero is shopping around my store!"

Spider-Man chuckled and offered his hand, "Yeah, I'm Spider-Man. Nice to meet you, mister."

"Oh no no no no, don't mister me, man. I'm just glad you are here. Just call me Ned." The cashier now known as Ned introduced himself and quickly accepts Spidey's hand for a handshake, "So, uh, hey, man, can you do the web thingy you do on TV, I really wanna see it with my own two eyes!"

"Um I don't know." Spider-Man looked down hesitantly, "I don't wanna make some mess here for you to clean up."

"No, no, no, man, it's cool. Really." Ned replied enthusiastically.

"Alright, fella." Spider-Man sighed before shooting a web but this time it isn't the usual web string he shoots, this time it's a ricochet web. He shoots its on the floor with the web bouncing back towards him however due to his incredible speed and reflexes, Spider-Man easily catches it with his hand. He then shows it to Ned whom is amazed by what he had just witnessed.

"Woah! S-s-so you can shoot different kinds of webs. Awesome. Can I- Can I have it?" Ned stuttered.

"Sure." Spider-Man casually handed the web to the cashier, "I'm sorry if it's not the usual web you were probably expecting."

"Nah, man. Are you kidding? This is even better! Way better, man! Seriously!" Ned looks at the ricochet web on his hands like a child who just received his Christmas gift.

"Um, so, how much for these?" Spider-Man showed all the things he wanna buy on the counter.

"Hey you know what, man, just take 'em. You being here is already enough. You see superheroes never visits places like these. They're always at expensive supermalls, you know what I'm saying. And I'm just really glad that finally a superhero came in here to shop." Ned explained.

"Wait really?" Spider-Man tilted his head.

"Yeah, yeah, man. It's cool." Ned smiled happily.

"Um okay." Spider-Man shrugged, "Thanks, appreciate it, Ned. Next time though I will really pay for them when I come back and buy something here."

"That's good to know, that you would come back." Ned replied, "By the way, can I take a picture of you?"

"For you, buddy, you can take as many pictures as you want." Spider-Man smiled behind his mask.

30 Minutes Later

"Whew, well that took longer than I expected." Spider-Man muttered as he exits the store with all things he bought stuffed inside the cheap backpack that he's now wearing. Spider-Man looked around and sees countless reporters and journalists along with the regular folks flocking to him. The sight almost made him wanna rub his head in confusion. Are people now really this obsessed with him? Yeah sure. back in his world, people were indeed fanboying or fangirling when they see him but not to this extent. Here these people almost wanna bow down and worship him like some sort of god and he's only in this world for a few hours as Spider-Man

Spider-Man almost wanted to swing away but that would be kinda rude. All he could do now is tend to them and all will be well.

2 Hours Later

Spider-Man sighed in relief once the fuss is all over. Finally, he could try finding a room in a cheap rundown inn for him stay and live in. He's tired and wanna go to sleep in a nice old bed.

"So you're the famous Spider-Man we've been hearing about." A confident female voice spoke up nearby, catching the wallcrawler's attention. Spider-Man raised a brow upon seeing who the voice belonged to. It's a red haired woman in an armor or attire that reminds him of Wonder-Woman, a fictional superhero character he read in a comic book. She is accompanied by a darkly costumed ninja that eerily reminds him of Snake Eyes from those old G.I. Joe cartoons and toy lines Peter loved as a kid.

"Um hello. Good evening." Spider-Man awkwardly replied with a weak wave.

The red haired woman smirked dryly before introducing herself and her companion, "May I introduce myself. I'm Queen Maeve and this is my co worker, Black Noir. It's nice to meet you, Spider-Man. Anyways, we are here to talk to you."

"Um okay." Spider-Man shrugged, "So what do you wanna talk about?"

"Well you see, we've been ordered to talk to you and come in with us. Madelyn Stillwell wants to meet and talk to you." Maeve explained.

"Okay great. Who's Madelyn Stillwell?" Spider-Man casually asked.

Queen Maeve and Black-Noir looked at each other before turning back to the webhead with Maeve speaking up, "She is the Vice President of Vought and she's very interested to meet you. It's very important."

Realizing the seriousness of the situation he's currently in, Spider-Man took a deep breath and then exhaled, speaking up, "Alright, I'll come. But not today. I have some stuff needed sorting out. I'll come tomorrow."

Black-Noir isn't pleased by his answer and almost pulled out his twin swords but Queen Maeve stopped him and held him back, "This isn't the right time, Black-Noir. Look around you. There are people watching with their cameras out."

"Wow you two are willing to take me by force, aren't you? How very heroic of you." Spider-Man quipped, crossing his arms.

Maeve sighed deeply, "Sorry for that. You see my associate here is a little aggressive. So where will we meet you tomorrow?"

"You'll find me at your building at 9 tomorrow morning. See ya later." Spider-Man shoots a web and swings away.

Somewhere In The City, in a run down Inn...

"That it'll be 50 dollars." An old man with white hair and mustache along with sunglasses said to Peter Parker right in front of him at the counter.

"Alright." Peter Parker pulled out 50 dollars from his wallet and handed it to the old man, "There ya go, mister."

"Heh. You can call me Stan, kid." The old man introduced himself as Stan with a dazzling smile while giving Peter the key to his room.

"Okay, Stan." Peter smiled and offered his hand for a shake, "I'm Peter by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Peter." Stan accepts the hand shake.

Peter Parker unlocks the door to his room and steps inside. He sighs upon seeing how the room looks completely worn out and messy. It's like it hasn't been cleaned for months. Oh the consequences of being poor.

He casually places the bag on the couch before sitting down on the bed. He looks down and sees a few cockroaches creepily crawling around.

"I really need to a get a job." Peter muttered. Although that would probably require some identifications and other papers. He needs to find a job that wouldn't require any of that.

Peter Parker steps up and approaches the rusty old TV, hoping it won't blow up in his face. Luckily it didn't, and it turned on fine.

If he has to live amongst these people while staying on this world for now, he needs to get with the times and consume more information or else people will find him weird or suspicious. He can't just act like a complete dumbass to everyone or act like a wierd funky alien like Tommy Wisseau. He's Spider-Man for Pete's sake and so he will watch what's on TV before sleeping.

A/N: Sorry if it's short. But I'm working on a different crossover fic.