Hey everyone! As you can see, I've been taking a break from my other stories and began writing this one. I was inspired to write this one after I saw Spider-Man: Homecoming last summer (which was awesome, by the way). Personally, I prefer Tom Holland's portrayal of Spider-Man more so than Andrew Garfield's. Both were great Spider-Man's (Men?), don't get me wrong, but I think the new Spider-Man's personality is closer to the Spider-Man in the original comics. He's young, he's quirky, he's fun, he's adorable...I may have a bias just because I love Tom Holland, lol. Andrew Garfield did a great job playing the more "darker" side of Spider-Man, and I liked how his movies actually showed how he became Spider-Man and how Uncle Ben died, etc. Not to mention how they continued the storyline of Oscorp and the Lizard, which was good, in my opinion. Therefore, I can't really make an equal comparison of the two, since they seem to be in entirely different universes altogether. I love Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man, but I really enjoy the "lighter," more "youthful" Spider-Man that Tom Holland portrays, which is why I decided to write a story set in his Spider-Man universe. No commentary on Toby McGuire's Spider-Man. He is, and always will be the original Spider-Man, therefore, I will not go there, haha. Let's just say he's awesome, too.

Anyways, sorry for my rambling and I hope you enjoy the story. I will definitely be trying to update my other stories as well. I'm kind of multi-tasking with my favorite shows right now, lol, but I am planning on finishing them someday before I die, so be on the lookout for those. Without further ado, here's Spider-Man.


A masked hero sat perched on the roof of a tall building, gazing out at the city of Queens.

Before he had taken a break from his patrolling, Spider-Man, well, Peter, had picked a sandwich from his favorite sandwich shop, in order to quiet his rumbling stomach. His lunch period had been five hours ago, and, as usual, the cafeteria food wasn't that good, therefore, it was about time he had some sustenance.

Within the past hour, he had stopped two bank robberies, which had been totally easy, nothing too exciting. No alien weapons—just a few commoner bad guys with a thirst for money. That was it. Nonetheless, he had called Happy to let him know his crime-fighting status, just in case it got back to Mr. Stark.

While Mr. Stark would say it was an accomplishment for the "neighborhood-friendly Spider-Man," he couldn't help but feel disappointed at the lack of crime in the city recently. Of course, he knew that was silly, and selfish, since a lack of crime meant a lesser chance people were getting hurt, and he didn't want anyone to be in harm's way, ever. Yet, he couldn't help but find the lack of activity…boring.

He knew that his patrol this afternoon had resulted in two more foiled crimes than usual. He should've proud, but, in all honesty, he wasn't.

He looked to the old Avengers tower, which was now abandoned, and had been empty since the superhero team had relocated. It was crazy to think how much had changed since then. Within the past year, he had gotten a new suit, become an active member in the academic decathlon team again, and, most of all, his first real crush had moved away to Oregon.

He couldn't deny that Liz Allan was beautiful—hands down the most perfect girl at Midtown. Aside from the minor detail that her dad was a psycho-crazed villain that had run an underground weapon business, Liz herself was perfect. And the best part had been that the feeling had been mutual, that is until had had ditched her at homecoming to chase her dad down. That had been pretty crummy of him to do that, especially since she hadn't known that was Spiderman. He felt bad, but in the end, he knew that he had done the right thing.

Yet, sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if he had let her father go and stayed at the dance. He remembered quite vividly in his mind how she had leaned in, almost as if she had been going to kiss him.

He closed his eyes, smiling as he recalled the memory..

If she had stayed, he probably would've told her he was Spider-Man, eventually. He didn't doubt for a second that he would have at least considered it. After the way he had treated her, she deserved to know the truth. Ned knew, so it wasn't like she would be the first person he ever told. Plus, his Aunt May knew know, so basically everyone closest to him knew his secret. Liz would have been no different.

If she had known, maybe they would have remained friends—maybe she even would have kept in touch with him after she had moved away. If she known, maybe she wouldn't have hated him, like she probably did now.

He shook his head. There were many things he should be grateful for: his aunt, his friend Ned, Mr. Stark, Mr. Happy, the Avengers, even the new suit that Mr. Stark made for him. He had a lot of things going for him—it was petty to be upset about losing a girl he had been on one date with, not even a full date, for that matter. But Liz had been his whole world since he had entered high school. And now she was gone.

And while he had been reassured many times that he would find someone that he felt the same way for, he couldn't ignore the small voice in the back of his mind that kept insisting he would never find someone as great as Liz Allan. To him, she would always be the most amazing girl in the world, and the only girl he could ever fancy.

He watched the sun as it began to disappear behind the old Avengers tower, indicating it was around six o'clock. He supposed that he should start thinking about heading home, since Aunt May would be wondering where he was. Since he had been living with her, she had made it tradition for them to eat dinner together every evening. Not that he minded, but it did certainly put a deadline on his patrol. Though it was moderately inconvenient, he knew she was trying her best, which was the most important thing. After all she had been through, he was glad he could make her happy.

He stood up to retrieve his backpack and go change into his normal clothes, when he suddenly, he heard a rustling noise from behind him.

Instinctually, he whirled around, only to find that no one was there. The setting sun casted weird shadows against the neighboring buildings, and for some reason he felt a slight wave of uneasiness wash over him.

"Hello?" he called, his voice coming out almost as a whisper.

The lack of response told him that, indeed, he was alone. It must've been my imagination, he thought.

He scanned the surrounding rooftops a couple more times before he picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, ready to make his short journey home.


The next day at school, Peter walked through the hallway, in search of his best friend, Ned.

After his strange experience on the rooftop, everything had proceeded as a normal evening. He had, as usual, a lovely dinner with Aunt May at the nearby Thai restaurant. After that, they had returned back to the apartment and he had spent the remainder of the evening finishing his homework, at least attempting to finish his homework. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him.

As he had concluded before, no one had been on the rooftop with him. The noise he had heard must have been the wind or something of that nature. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Nonetheless, a part of him wanted to confide in Ned, and ask for a second opinion. Normally, he wouldn't be so spooked by something so small, but ever since Mr. Allan had discovered his secret, and his family had moved away, he had been extra paranoid about anyone else finding out about his secret identity and hunting him down.

He knew it was silly, since the probability that Mr. Allan would have the chance to tell anyone about him was pretty slim, but he couldn't deny the possibility.

Soon enough, he found his friend standing at his locker, gathering his books for his first period class.

"Hey, Ned."

Hearing his friend's voice, Ned turned to see Peter approach him.

"Hey, man," he answered, slamming the locker door shut. "How was your patrol yesterday?"

Clearly, it was no mystery to Ned what Peter had been doing yesterday, approximately from 3 to 6pm yesterday evening.

Peter rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Eh, it was good," he said. "But, hey, listen, there's something I have to tell you."

"Me too," Ned said, tugging at his friend's arm, forcing him to come closer.

"Hey…" Peter was about to protest, until he noticed that the dark-haired boy was frantically looking around, as though there was something huge he needed to get off his chest.

When he was sure no one was earshot, he leaned into his friend's ear, obviously worked up about something secretive.

"You know that Oscorp was broken into last night?" he asked, lowering his voice to a whisper.

Peter blinked, processing his friend's question. He recognized the name.

"You mean that science company that's just down the street from the old Avengers tower?" he asked. He didn't understand what the billion-dollar corporation had to do with anything.

Ned nodded. "Yeah. Apparently some serum, worth a ton of money, was stolen from one of the tech labs. No one knows who did it, except security cameras picked up some dude wearing a metal suit."

Peter's eyes widened. "No way. How'd you find this out?"

Ned took a step back, staring at him as if he were crazy. "Dude, it was all over the news this morning. Don't you watch the news, Peter?"

The brunette boy shrugged. "I mean, I guess was busy doing homework."

Ned shook his head, amused by his quirky friend's behavior. "Bro, you're the only hero I know who doesn't watch the news."

"Ignoring the fact that I'm the only hero you know," Peter remarked, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the teen froze, recalling an important detail from last night.

"Wait, but I saw the tower…." he trailed off, struggling to make sense of this new information. "I-I was sitting on the roof of Oscorp. There was nothing going on there, except…" He paused.

The young hero's silence did not go unnoticed by his curious friend.

"Except what, Peter?" he asked, growing uneasy by his friend's lack of response.

Freeing himself from his thoughts, Peter turned to the Ned, newfound concern shining in his dark brown eyes.

"Dude, something weird happened yesterday, and I thought it was all in my head, but…"

Before he could finish, however, he was interrupted by a rough nudge against his shoulder.

He turned to see who had bumped into him, and was surprised, if not startled, by what he saw.

"Outta my way, boys," a female voice said.

The voice belonged to none other than his friend Michelle, the quirky yet cool-headed girl, who was now the leader of the academic decathlon team.

"Hey, Michelle," Peter said, taking a step back in order to make room for her. Since it was getting closer to the start of first period, the halls were starting to fill up, making it difficult for anyone to move anywhere.

"MJ, Peter. MJ," she said, reminding him she preferred her friends to call her by her nickname.

As she passed, he felt Ned give him a slight nudge.

"Peter…"

Seeing the larger kid's eyes were fixated on something, Peter turned to see what his friend was looking at, and what he saw made him do a double take.

Following Michelle was a girl Peter had never seen before. From what he could see, she was wearing a baseball cap with two blonde braids hanging past her shoulders.

"Who's that?" Ned asked out loud.

"Don't know," Peter answered, his eyes remaining on the girls' backs as they passed, wondering what her story was.

Like all school days, the bell was enough to bring him back to reality as he peeled his eyes away from the female students and bid his friend farewell.

"We'll talk later," Peter said.

Giving his friend a fist bump, Ned nodded.

"See you in class, man."