AN: I shouldn't write 3 fics at the same time (plus my OG story) but I just LOVED Spider-Man 2. This story is going to be posted and updated sporadically and I am going to d some soft research on comics.

If you don't like OC or Slight AU, don't read this. But if you still want to see this...

Enjoy ;)


Susan Choi-hwang, a Korean Naturalized in the United States (or Korean-American for simplicity). She was born in a poor family, descendants of the survivors of the Korean War in the 20th century.

She was born late 1990 and her mother died when she gave birth to her. Her Father, was overly demanding of his daughter's success. However the place she studied had a lack of funding, so her grades, despite being good for the neighborhood, were underwhelming for Susan's father.

Thanks to this quite hostile environment, she has anxiety and is envious of the most fortunate people. She can't find a proper job or have the guts to go against her fears. In the end, she lacks the backbone to live a good life. How could she have one? She was constantly harassed by her workmates, constantly reminded of her failures, which aren't even her own and gets repeatedly beaten up if she ever shows a slight glint of hope.

Her sorrow's were coped by her love of stories. Mainly comics. She loved reading the stories of the Avengers, the X-Men, even the movies that came out, if not 100% accurate to the source material, are still a good treat in her life. The stories Susan loved the most were from Spider Man.

The simple idea fascinated her. A man with the powers and strength proportional to a giant spider! That's so cool! She enjoyed reading everything about the hero. The love interests, the difficulties, the symbiotes, the fact that he was both a man and a hero, trying to balance his convoluted life... It resonated deeply.

Imagine her reaction when she found out about the Spider Verse. It was mind blowing! She decided that she would change her life, try getting a better job and leave the past behind.

In her 15's, she decided to start writing fanfiction. A small way to start, but it was one. The reactions to Susan's work was mixed. Some said she did too many tropes and romances that are so saturated and others said it was quite good. Even when she learned how to draw and show her vision about the characters she was writing, it didn't improve her writing.

So she decided to learn just that, in hopes of applying for a job as a screenwriter, or something of sorts. She needed to (ironically) write small texts to a newspaper. The quality was decent and the pay was shit, obviously due to the prejudice Susan suffered just because she was "Korean". But her determination didn't falter! She tried her best at being what she wanted to become. She needed that hope, that dream of becoming something worthy, and not just a replacement.

"Susan", Her boss said, his voice grumpy and rough, "I need your papers done today. No excuses."

Susan, despite being used to it, she wasn't prepared. Her anxiety started to kick in, even at her late 20s. Thankfully she would leave this job by the end of the year. She already did a interview to be a minor writer in a small studio.

"D-dont worry sir, I always d-deliver on time...", she said stuttering, trying ti maintain composure.

The boss gives a small grin. Despite what people told about Koreans, they sure are quite gorgeous. Or at least, exactly his type.

"I know. I hope you surpass my expectations.", He said, caressing her chin, ever so impolitely.

Susan was about to hyperventilate when another man appeared, "Chief, the head director wants to speak with ya. He is in your room".

The man scoffs at that, "Fine. I'll be in my way".

Susan couldn't be more grateful for whoever saved her from having a mental breakdown. She recomposed herself and left off. Thankfully she already finished the text and could go home, not that it was better there. Her Father is nothing but undesirable. If she could have her own home, even an apartment, she would have left already.

She looked at the sky.

"Is this really all of my life?", she thought.

A small commotion was starting to rise near the bus stop.

"Get out the fucking way!"

It was a criminal? A bank robber? Something of the sorts? He was running towards the bus stop, which made some people worried. He was being foot chased by a cop.

"Get here!", He announced to Susan with gun in hand.

"W-what?"

"Don't you fucking dare get closer! Or this bitch brain is all over the floor!"

"Why? There is at least a dozen people here, so why chose specifically me? It doesn't make sense! Why? Does he hate Koreans too?", Susan thought, her anxiety starting to rise.

"Sir, please call down, you don't want to do that", He said, trying to bargain time.

"Oh it's you who don't want to do this!"

"Why is there a single cop here? It should be two! What it's happening?!", Susan could only groan in pain since the criminal was holding her by the hair.

"Don't worry ma'am, I'll get you out of here, I promise", He said, changing his attention to the hostage.

"Why he doesn't do something? Am I not worthy? Not valuable? What is this nonsense?", It clearly didn't work since she was about to cry.

At this, a car appeared in high speed. Probably his friend trying to get him out of this situation. He did a drive-by shooting everyone else on the bus stop. The criminal needed to use Susan as human shield as to not get shot himself. The police officer there was the first to get killed, ironically.

"You almost killed me!"

"Yeah but I didn't! Now let's bounce!"

And at that, they left, disregarding everyone that died.

Susan hold her leg, her belly, her chest, her throat. Everything had blood. Blood that is leaking, and fast.

"Is this my end? I'm going to die like this? What about my dreams? My... my life... please..."


"We can cure the world!"

"But not like this! Give me back my friend!"

"We are your friend, Parker!"


Susan felt light. She wasn't worried anymore. What was the point? She had a miserable life, one that even her father wound soon forget. No one would bat an eye after a few days. Maybe she wound appear on the news as "one of the many victims", not even being named.

She felt frustrated, yes, but not worried. It happened and it wasn't meant to be. Se was weak, beaten up day after day and disregarded constantly. Maybe she would do good as a substitute at something, but now, she was dead. A miserable and stupid death. She felt hollow, yet complete. Angry, yet satisfied. Realized yet destroyed.

Susan opened her eyes.

"What the...?", An unknown voice spoke. It wasn't hers, but it was her exact words...

Wait...

"Who are you?", She said looking at a mirror and again, it wasn't her voice.

It wasn't a mirror, it was a glass of a 17 store building. Her hands are glued to the walls of it and she isn't wearing her business clothes. What was happening? Susan almost fell to her doom when she panicked, but managed to jump upwards to the terrace of the building on pure instinct alone.

"The fuck is happening?", She thought, still confused.

There was another glass here in the terrace. There was a small plantation inside. She used the glass as a improvised mirror and looked at "herself".

She looked at a woman, probably in her early twenties or even younger. Maybe... nineteen? Eighteen? Short but straight brown hair. Her clothing was a sleek and stylish superhero costume. It has intricate web-like patterns, and a red mask that covers the upper half of her face. The costume is both functional and fashionable.

Did she just became Cindy Moon?

She removes the red mask, and no, she didn't became Silk. It was still her face, but younger, probably in the same age pattern of her overall body, but... uncannily prettier. Like her entire face was reworked to be even more gorgeous.

And her body, that was the most hot thing she saw in her life. A hour-glass shaped body with such curves that wound make every man blush just at the sight. Her breasts were small, but now? They weren't stupidly big as the female anime characters, but it had a decent size. And the fact that the costume was skintight made it all the more sexy.

Feeling her body, she discovered that although he was much sexier than before, it consisted more of muscle. Pure muscle. Of course there are some fat in it but it gets shadowed by the amount of brute mass she has.

"What is the meaning of this?"

She put back her mask, just in case. She looked at her wrists and, unfortunately didn't have web shooters. But then again, many iterations of Spiderman had biological webs... She did the classic"go web!" and surely enough a web shot came out of it.

"No way!", She exclaimed.

Is... is this true? This meant a lot to her! Maybe she could do something about her life! Maybe she could have a small amount of happiness. The possibilities are infinite!

But wait, if she really is some sort of Spider-Woman, where she is right now? Looking over the city, it was clear as day she was at Manhattan. The Liberty Statue could be seen from pretty much everywhere, including the building she was right now.

"But what earth is this one? Is it 616? Does that mean that...", Susan immediately starts do blush at how she would have "relationships" with Peter Parker.

No no, she waved these thoughts aside for now. She decided to test a few things. Firsts she pinched herself. The pain was there, so this isn't a dream. Good, because she doesn't have the slightest intention of going back to that boring and miserable life she had. The second thing was flexibility, since if she was a variation of Silk, she was slightly weaker than Peter, but more agile and flexible.

And after touching her toes with her legs going behind her back, she concluded that flexibility wasn't a problem at all. In fact, it wasn't even uncomfortable to be in these positions. The strength necessary didn't drain her and she could have done it in one hand and it would still be easy.

That just brings up a problem. How will she web swing? That's the most basic thing a Spider Man do and she is terrified at the idea of jumping a 17 store building and possibly dying, again.

"No! This is a new chance, Susan! Get your shit together!", she slapped her cheeks in order to concentrate.

Okay, moment of truth.

She jumped off the building, screaming all the way, but by miracle, she managed to shoot a web in another building. Her instincts helped her a lot. So much that it didn't even seemed hard to do it. The momentum was carried all the way down to up, and when she released it...

She felt so alive.

"Woohoo!", She screamed as she was even higher than the building she jumped.

She fell on the next building, using her webs to fall slowly. When she landed, she couldn't hold her excitement. She giggled to herself, unable to contain her happiness. She imagined the freedom one wound feel while web swinging since she was a teenager and finally being able to do it...

It was nothing short of a relief.

goop*

She looked at the noise's direction. It was her feet. Why is there a Black Goo in there?

"What is...?"

The goo seemed to look at Susan, as if it was caught in an inappropriate act. He seemed to "give up" and showed itself to her.

She couldn't believe it! Its a symbiote! She should feel terrified, since she knows how the Klyntar are, but she felt even more happy and giggled even more. How is that possible? One day you're suffering from harassment and the other you're basically one of the strongest heroes on the planet.

"Who are you, sweetie?", She asked to the symbiote who was peacefully resting in her hand.

The symbiote was in fact the costume she was wearing. It analyzed her memories and knowledge and made the suit based or her physical traits. It didn't respond her question with words, but with emotions.

"Happiness. Servitude. Companionship."

"Oh, so you're my friend?", She asked, as if speaking with a child.

"Happiness. Love. Bravery."

"Hehe, thanks for being with me.", She said hugging the thing.

It was a weird sight, both with and without context.

"You are going to need a name. Klyntar names are usually emotions or states of being, even desires...", She mumbled.

"Understanding. Happy. Unsure."

"What about... Animus?", She suggested.

She was honestly thinking about Assassin's Creed when she suggested that, but it Animus means "motivation to do something", and she need every motivation right now. Of course, she didn't know that Animus also meant "hostility".

"Agreement. Understanding. Happiness."

"Animus it is then. Wait, was it you who helped me in the web swing?", She asked, still puzzled as how she managed to do it.

"Sincerity. Shame. Sorrow."

"Hey, don't be like that! You helped me! And I felt so happy, I couldn't thank you enough for it...", She said, mostly trying to hold her tears.

"Understanding. Accomplished. Fulfilled."

"Just help me enough so I can learn by myself, ok?"

Animus only agrees in his usual "three response" way. Susan looked at the nearby glass, looking at her costume. She was content with the legs and chest part, but she never liked how the arms looked in Silk's costume. They should have a bit of red in it. Also, she really didn't like how the mask only covered half of her face. It could cover everything except her hair. It would be a lot more smooth.

At that, Animus does a few alterations to the costume, attending Susan's needs. The costume now has red arms and the red mask now covers her face , with the usual expressive eyes that most Spider Man have.

"Oh, that works.", She said, surprised.

She even touched to see if it was goo or fabric and was quite a relief to see that it was indeed fabric.

"Now... what should we do?"


Peter Parker was running with his only picture that wasn't destroyed when he saved a man from a robbery. He couldn't switch to Spider-Man so he decided to sacrifice a bit of his secret identity in order to help the civilian.

He was running to see Jay Jonah Jameson, the owner of the Daily Bugle, the best (or rather, most popular) newspaper in New York. His aunt, May, was working hard on her own since Uncle Ben died. His family was... small and with a lot of wounds, but as May said to him once:

"Look on how to improve for the future, not to dwell of the past."

So, if he needed to sell pictures of Spider-Man for the man who obviously hated him, so be it. He at least would be paid.

"Mister Jameson, I'm here!", He said hurriedly.

"Parker! You are late!", He said in his usual quiet voice.

"I know but- Here have the picture.", He knew Jameson hated excuses. The phone call previously established that right from the get go.

J.J.J took the picture and analyzed it. It was a perfect picture of Spider-Man rescuing a civilian while web swinging. Of course, Jameson would never say that, or he would need to pay double, maybe triple of he usually paid the photographers.

"This picture is shit, Parker. The lighting is blown out and the photo is all grainy! But, you're lucky. I wanted a picture of Spider-Trash to be put in the main page. Congratulations, the job is yours, even if late to it", He fake congratulated the boy, who was overjoyed to such news.

"Really?! Oh yeah! I promise you won't be disappointed, sir!"

Danger

Peter's "Spider Sense" started ringing, but not to the usual danger. He saw why it was warning him, but when he saw a car flying past them and another person using webs to stop the car from crashing in the sidewalk full of civilians? Saying he was perplexed was a understatement.

"ANOTHER SPIDER CRIMINAL?!?", Jameson screams like a maniac, "TAKE PICTURES PARKER, TAKE IT NOW!"

And so he did, picking up his camera and taking as many good pictures as he could (as Peter Parker).


Susan was getting used to web swing. If you want to put it in Video Games lingo, it's just like she was playing Spider-Man with all the assists "On". She was honestly enjoying herself more than anything. The amount of freedom and happiness she was felling was uncalculable. Yet, she needed to take the mantle of the first "Spider-Woman" of this universe.

It was easy to do "Spider-Man-like" poses both in web swing and air, not to mention on the ground, so she already has the fundamentals. She needed to find criminal activity and stop it.

Waiting in a 6 store building antena, she looked for anything suspicious. And surely enough, The City That Never Stops showed an opportunity. A jewelry store was robbed and the criminals were going to escape by car.

"Not on my watch!", She said as she followed the criminals.

She was still getting used to it and thanks to the traffic of New York, the criminals couldn't get away from her. They didn't noticed her at first, but when she landed at car's roof was when she made a statement.

A statement so strong that the driver lost control over the car. It was going to crash in a nearby sidewalk full of people in the Times Square, but thanks to Animus quick thinking and Susan's reaction, both of them managed to web the car.

Crysis averted.

Susan's Spider Sense tingled a bit, but not because the criminals are leaving the car to fight back, but something else. She looked at what her sense was showing and saw a teenager.

A teenager? With glasses? And obvious good muscles being hidden by a lot of clothes?

"Peter Parker!", She thought.

She already found him? How is he like? What kind of Spider-Man is he? And that at his side? Jameson?

"Come here you freak!"

"It's another insect!"

Susan glanced at the criminals, annoyed, "Arachnids! Geez, how people still make this mistake?"

She heard Parker giggling at this.

One of the criminals ran toward her, trying to punch her, only for her to duck and kick him in the jaw.

"Y'know, for you guys to rob stores like these, it must have real good benefits!", She said after kneeling the guy in the face, knocking him unconscious.

"Shit!", The guy grabbed a rifle and pointed at Susan.

Which she immediately webbed, whipped out of his hands and whipped again to the criminal, hitting him in the head.

"Alley OOP!", She said as he punched him in the gut and binding with her webs, "I always wanted to say that."

She looked at the surroundings and not a single person was hurt, as well as no damaged public property. She felt satisfied.

"PARKER! GO THERE AND MAKE AN INTERVIEW, TAKE PICTURES! DO SOMETHING!", Jameson was still being himself.

Peter for his part, was quite curious about this new Spider-Friend. He got close to the scene, as well as a bunch of cops. The cops that arrived noticed how the public property was intact, unlike when the Spider-Man takes over.

"Alright, alright, funtime is over", an officer said, "Now, I appreciate you help, but I'm going to need you to surrender and out your hands in the air, right now."

Susan was quite offended by that. She just saved a bunch of people and stopped a robbery, but she understood how at first, no one is sure if a hero is Friend or Foe.

"No can do officer, I left a chicken in the oven", She said jumping so high that almost no one could see her.

"At least I got pictures", Peter said, amused.

He looked over the pictures and started blushing immediately. Maybe this woman was too... saucy for the Daily Bugle.


"Dude! That was sooooooooo cool!", Susan laughs as she swings over the city, "A shame that cop ruined the mood."

"Anger."

"Don't worry, Animus. In the start, every hero is treated like that. We just need to win their hearts over time", She calmed her symbiotic friend.

"Understanding. Effort. Accomplishment."

"That's right."

She continued fighting crime the entire day. It was quite therapeutic to do so. She spent all her frustration and angst of the many poor criminals that she spotted.

While it was good to do it, she was starting to think on a few things. How will she be called? Well, the is Spider-Woman, but she always found the female variation of it cringe.

Ghost-Spider was a good idea, but that was the future alias of Gwen Stacy. That if she even existed here. She won't dare to think about Spider-Girl since she is almost at her thirties. She could go along with Silk, but she didn't feel comfortable with that either. She was already stealing the costume of Cindy Moon. Steal her name was too much.

Well, considering her outfit and Animus, as well as her... "features", calling herself Gorgeous-Spider sounds a bit too prideful. She is also a brunette, so can't have a name like "Golden-Spider". Ivy was also out of the list, that's a different comic altogether.

"If Silk is a type of fabric... Velvet? Yes, a bunch of Spider produce Velvet. Hey... That has a nice sound!", She concluded happily.

From now on, Susan is now known as Velvet. The soft fabric made of silk and cotton.


Peter was anxious. He wanted ti meet whoever this "Velvet" was. This was a great name by the way. Miles better than his "Human Spider" he tried to use.

He still shivers to this day when he remembers it.

She's been dealing with crime a lot recently, what gave him a small breathing room. He needed that, since both him and Harry Osborn needed to do a presentation on the nearby future. This allowed him to study more cautiously and meticulously.

He should thank her. If not for her, he might have way more problems. People had started to notice how "on the clock" Peter was. Almost getting late for everything. Seeing him get along with his time schedule was a good change of pace. Eve Peter admitted that being Peter Parker made him a better Spider-Man.

They still need to meet up though.

He sighed. Maybe he is giving this woman too much attention. He needs to get his life together.

"Hey", A soothing voice came from the window.

"Gagh!", Peter jumped instinctively to the roof. Thankfully Aunt May was downstairs.

He looked again at the gorgeous lady in front of him and could only blush so hard his face became a tomato.

"H-hello, miss, uh, V-velvet, ma'am?", He asked, still on the roof and quite unsure on how to proceed this conversation.

She giggled, amused, "Peter Parker, please get down. You are on the roof", She said, holding her laughter.

Peter did a double take, looking at the "ground" and seeing the roof. He dropped and tried getting composure, failing I'm the process.

"How, uh, do you know my name?", He asked, his guard up.

"You took pictures of me", She said, showing a newspaper of the Daily Bugle with the name "Peter Parker" on the first page, "Quite the picture if I say so myself."

The picture still had the overly sexy curves of Velvet in it and a big headline saying "THREAT TO SOCIETY NOW USES VULGAR COSTUMES! HOW LONG UNTIL OUR CHILDREN DO THE SAME?!"

"Look, I tired to turn down those pictures but Mister Jameson-"

"I know. I've had my shade of assholes in command as well", She said, now entering the room, much to Peter's unnerving mind.

She analyzed the room. The hole Peter accidentally punched when he saw a newspaper of Spider-Man being criticized online. The few webs that certainly aren't from spiders and the wardrobe.

"Uh, please don't open that-"

"Why? You have porn magazines here?", She asked nonchalantly.

"What? No!"

She opened the wardrobe and saw the Classic Suit. It melted her heart touch the fabric of the suit. She imagined it being real, and not just a costume of a movie.

"I... I-"

"You were on the roof, Peter", She said in a no-nonsense tone.

"Oh.", Was all he could say.

"Peter my love, what is all this noise-"

Aunt May entered the room and saw a beautiful girl talking to Peter. In the same room. Thanks to the quick reflexes of Susan and Animus, she is using normal clothes and the Suit is hidden in the wardrobe.

"You didn't tell me we had a visitor! And what a beautiful woman you are! If I was at your age I doubt you'd be prettier than me, young lady", May said with much enthusiasm and pride. Pride for Peter for finally getting along with a girl.

Ah, the misunderstandings... Beautiful...

"I- Uh-", Peter was too stunned to answer.

"I'm Susan Choi-hwang, a pleasure to meet you, Miss May.", She politely introduced herself.

"Oh, you sweetie. Asians are always polite. You would like to eat with us? The food is ready.", She offered.

"Sure! I'd love to!"

Peter saw both females walk out of his room, still confused on how the things happened. Did he just got followed? But his Spider Sense didn't flare up to her now... Maybe it did before because they are alike? Weird...

As for now, he is going along with this... He needs to investigate this woman.

"First, let's see her name."


Date of Publication: 27th, October 2023.